Just doing...
So the other day I went to the store for a few things (namely toothpaste) and after making my purchase, I found myself walking along the curb. Before I knew it, I was walking and balancing on it, though I'm not sure why. As I realized what I was doing, I quickly stepped off the curb. What was I doing? I'm over 40 years old and I'm walking along a curb, trying to balance on it like I'm Nadia Comaneci. I wasn't acting my age...was I? So anyway... On the way home I started to wonder about what I was doing. Was I acting my age? I mean really now...when is the last time you've seen an over-40 year old doing that? Like she has no care in the world...just like a "little" kid would do. I got into my car and drove away with thoughts of "grow up" swimming around in my head. Last night I saw a book with a catchy title. It's called The Book of Doing . It seemed odd for me to find it at this point, with the current theme in my ...