i feel a little exposed after that last entry. i guess that's the point. there was a time when i wouldn't have thought twice about that lil adventure, but now i'm a mom and girlfriend and young urban professional... okay, maybe i took that too far.

but, you get the point, right? i did so many crazy things when i was young and hip and now, at the ripe age of 25 (almost 26) i find myself getting excited over new episodes of trading spaces and my happy blooming basil and my wee toddler saying things like MaMa stop! when i try to take away his elmo. now the idea of an afternoon sipping peppermint tea while putting together a puzzle with my love strikes me as ultimate entertainment.

i'm so not the girl i was only 2 years ago. in retrospect, telling that story seems almost like bragging. like me saying "hah! look at what i did!". i guess that's cause i'm not ashamed and perhaps i think i should be. maybe it's cause being the person i am now, i would never do something like that again. well, i might do it, but not so spontaneously. i mean, who has time to stay up all night drinking and drugging when they have to be up at the crack of dawn to answer to their demanding little raspus son?

so, i guess i've grown and looking back to those not-so-long-ago times makes me both nausous and nostalgic. maybe that's what it means to move on. to grow up. to get past. i suppose i've done all those things. exposed. yeah, i feel exposed. but, isn't it true that when dragging out your skeletons, you have to deal with the emotion of them too?