Standing at the Edge of Adulthood With a Genius Brain and Tired Bones

I can feel adulthood pressing against the door like a storm.

Marriage whispers from the horizon. (Not till 2014 ya’ll, talked to my dad and everything)

Responsibility calls my name.

Life is shifting.

But inside me, there is still a girl who wants to:

design websites at 3 a.m.

diagnose imaginary patients

read entire physiology chapters for fun

debate X-Men continuity

dream of impossible careers

hide under the covers because the world is too loud

I am a woman made of contradictions.

A phoenix without fire.

A genius without direction.

A dreamer who keeps tripping on reality. Ohhh, the trippin’ is real.

But I’m still here.

Still brilliant.

Still burning — softly.

Would also like my Blackberry PalmwebOS to stay charged longer than it takes to spell the word Rhododendron.

Sigh. A girl can dream can’t she…