Grown Woman?!

So today, we got off of work at 3pm, which was wonderful! Before holidays, we always get off at 3pm for some reason, but I won't complain! One of my co-workers has a friend who used to cut hair professionally. She still cuts peoples' hair every once in a while. So a bunch of us from work headed to her house at 3. She lives in a neighborhood where, for some reason, a lot of young boys live. She helps to run a ministry for at-risk youth in Bryan, so she has a lot of girls over at her house all the time. She says her "boy" neighbors only visit her when the girls are there. So, sure enough, some of them came over while we were getting our hair cut. They helped themselves to her food and began asking the age of every girl in the room - and whether or not we were engaged or married. :) One of the more talkative boys was trying to guess how old we were, and he looked at me and said, "She looks like a grown woman!" Then he proceeded to guess I was 25. Mind you, he was a high school kid, but still!! I was one of the younger of the "grown women" in the room. I didn't know whether to be flattered or insulted, but either way, it was funny. That's probably what I get for wearing glasses (my contact tore again). I think I look a lot older and more intimidating with glasses. But, it got me thinking about how I am a grown woman in many ways. Scary!! I don't if I'm ready to own that status. Some days, I feel so mature. I have a college degree, a real job, and I find myself looking at children and thinking, aww, it would be fun to have one of those. Then there are the days when I sleep til noon on a Saturday, only to get up and watch five hours of America's Next Top Model and days when I feel like a little kid trying to do a grown-up job - shocked when adults actually ask me for advice on how something should be done. I think it's safe to say that I'm solidly in between - half a grown woman, confident and poised, and half a girl, still figuring out her place in the world.