I am twenty six years old.
I'm not ready yet.
Sitting here right now, tired, in the throes of the requisite rotten mood, it feels as though I haven't done anything, learned enough, anything, yet.
At some point tonight when Larry announced
"I like you, you can talk about this stuff and know what you're talking about"
It felt really good.
I'm going to hold on to that for a while.
That, and a certain young lady's "you're good. You're a good thing."
But I'm still not ready yet.