At what point in my life will I stop feeling like a kid amongst adults?

I was in a meeting last week and felt a little like, "Why would any of these people take me seriously?" Because, for some reason, eight years of experience isn't enough to feel like I have a real place in this business. Even though that's only a couple of years less than my daughter's pediatrician has been practicing medicine.

That's a trip, too, looking at a doctor's credentials, seeing that she graduated from medical school in 1998, and thinking that you don't want anything to do with a doctor that young. I had to sit back and realize she's actually been practicing for ten whole years. I guess because I can really remember 1998, it seems so not long enough ago.

And, I may have mentioned this before, there are times when I take my daughter to school and feel a bit out of place. But I'm clearly a few years older than quite a few of the moms with older kids. I have a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that I have a daughter (who is almost a year old, by the way) and that some day she's going to be a teenager and I'm going to be the one setting rules. I guess the engineer in me can't let go of the fact that there is no itinerary.

Okay, that's all the crazy I'll share with you today.