I write a lot about the process of getting older. It's even the main theme of my second book...which is ostensibly a memoir about pregnancy and style, but is really an exploration of the feeling that I've been struck by so often during these past few years: the sense that I somehow teleported straight from a bar on the Sunset Strip into adulthood, with no real understanding of how in the world it came to be that I went and officially Grew Up.
It just happened.
It's a bizarre - and in many ways, exciting - thing to realize: that when I'm standing there in the middle of one disaster or another, looking around for an adult to come along and help out, that adult I'm looking for is me. And I can handle it - whatever "it" is - myself.