Today was a day where I was reminded a few times what it is like growing up, finding my way.

My dad is up visiting this weekend…much of the time I feel like I have regressed to a 10 year old. I love spending time with him…but feel the decline…I don’t know why.

I ran into a past colleague and an acquaintance at the Currier Museum of art.

All have shaped different parts of my life. Yet still when I find myself in a role, rather than in a time, I fall back into the way I was…or most comfortable.

I always want to believe I can hold my own. But find I fall into old habits.