A couple weekends ago, I was in a wedding for one of my childhood best friends. I had an absolute blast, and had a chance to catch up with a lot of people I knew growing up but hadn't talked to in a long time. Every time this happens, I'm reminded about how much cooler I thought I'd be when I finally hit my twenty's.
True confessions: When I was in my teens, I remember thinking, "When I'm in my twenty's - I'll finally be cool. I'll wear trendy clothes, big sunglasses, drink a Starbucks latte every, single day, drive an Audi, have traveled all over the world, have an awesome apartment and be making major bucks doing very little work. I'll go out every night, laugh with my head thrown back and have a closet full of cocktail dresses."
Man alive, am I glad that dream didn't pan out (Let's be honest, it was a bit unrealistic.) And if it did, I'd be a total brat!
But - heyo - I would be a rich brat....