I couldn't have said it better myself, dear old friend Webster's. And I am quickly beginning to see that my perception of adult hood, standing in my little patent shoes and pink tutu peering out from childhood oh so many years ago, is flawed and perhaps completely misunderstood.
But even as confusing as this all seems some days, as overwhelming as it is, as mysterious and foggy as my bright little future appears, I know it can all change in a moments notice. And with that in mind, with some hope over the horizen of mystery in the Morgan life...with that in my mind I survive the overwhelming everyday of my own little adulthood.
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