adult imposters

A good friend of mine and I were talking recently when we both admitted that in some respects, our lives feel like a sham. Mid-twenties and learning the ropes of adulthood, we were sitting chatting over cocktails, talking about our place in the world. She's getting married, I'm making a big life and career move, and we had gone shopping for work clothes. We were talking about tailored clothes, and all of a sudden we both came to the conclusion that we still feel like children going through the motions that seem to be right for adults, and that is required by our lives to get along as we are expected.

We are sloppy, quirky fools just trying to keep it together enough to not be found out by everyone around us... the truth being that we are shams. Runny-nosed, sloppy-penmanshipped, spaghetti-on-your-chin imposters of grown-ups. But I guess maybe that's what everyone is; just getting along in this world for the first time? Some of us have varying degrees of external grace, perhaps...and confidence. With confidence, you can probably make spaghetti sauce look good.