C.S. Lewis was a wise old feller.
One thing this dude said that I find myself falling more in love with as I encounter the cray crayness of daily living is that "I don’t think age matters so much as people think. Parts of me are still 12 and I think other parts were already 50 when I was 12."
We don't age with time, but experiences age us.
It's crazy how the past three weeks seem to have transformed me from college kid caterpillar to giant-grown up teacher gal, and yet I haven't even gotten older-I'm still just a baby at 21. Ya see, I have:
1. Graduated from FSU. I shook Eric Barron's hand and everything!
2. Succeeded at two weeks now in the "real" working world as a Spanish teacher at a private school.
3. Moved into apartment number three (during the first week of my first year teaching!!)
Just three weeks have gone by, and now I'm in a completely different stage of life. And these big life changes are still coming strong.
It's really hard for my brain to understand what's happening to me. I'm not a student taking classes and going home at the end of the day, but I teach classes and go home to plan them. My colleagues are not fellow 20-something year olds but instead are all old enough to be my parents. Calling co-workers by their first name instead of "Dr. So and So", getting called "Ma'am" instead of "Hey, Ginger!" by my students, yeah, these things all freak me out.
I might be a young 21-year old. But the truth is, these last few weeks have changed me from a college kid whose biggest concern was writing a decent paper to a working professional and FSU alumnus making a living and planning a future.
Years doesn't define an age, but experiences done in time does. And all I know is, my age has grown a lot these past three weeks.
In fact, it's kind of creepy.
