Life by the fire

So after my day at the office, with meeting to restructure and attempting to be therapeutic, I came home to find my brother had put up Christmas lights and was getting started on a fire. While I should be typing for work, I am enjoying time by a fire with Jeff and Philip. It is times like this that I do not mind being an "adult". (WOW not sure I like that word though) Today my former boss wistfully said "Little Katie has grown up" as I departed from the meeting; which lead me to think 'In the last 2 years I have really changed and "grown up". Yet I still struggle seeing myself as an adult or big girl. However, everyone around me seems to have confidence that I can handle these adult responsibilities and maybe even master them...man, they need THEIR heads examined.' So I pose this question...does one ever really think of themselves as an "adult"? Or old? Yeah, I'm not sure I will ever be there.