It always seemed to me that adults knew what they were doing. They always knew how to fix a skinned knee, how to cook fiddleheads, how long I would be in what we now call “time out”.
Given that, it was reasonable to think that with age, I would also know exactly what to do in every situation.
I had no idea that it was all ad-libbed.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Old at being young, young at being old
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The illusion of knowledge is as powerful as knowledge itself.
"everyting's on hold to other's revolutions..."
That song resonates with me, too.
Hey, I'm flying *solo* by the seat of my pants now! Who'd a thunk I could handle that? My kids do; Alex told me today that I was "doing a good job doing Daddy's stuff."
Cin
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