Is there ever a age where you feel grown up? Where you wake up flip over the covers turn off the alarm clock and look at your wild morning hair in the mirror as you brush your teeth and go I'm satisfied?
Where you reached all your dreams?
Did you stand up when it mattered and let yourself express what you were truly feeling?
I just am wondering if that is what being a grown up is?
When you walk into work and realize that you have you have one black shoe and one red shoe and just laugh about it instead of running home to fix it.
Is it where you heal the brokenness inside us?
Just some thoughts from today.
More about Provo tomorrow.