'di ka na bata...

Sometimes I feel like a little kid playing dress-up-- waking in the morning and putting on office attire, walking along the streets of a busy city, going up the elevator of a swanky office building on my way to a cubicle an eighth of my room at home..

Tapping away at the keyboard, typing up proposals on projects and programs costing millions and millions of pesos..

Facing a board meeting to defend a project, absorbing all inputs good and bad (sometimes, getting upset over the bad inputs), dealing with office politics, at times silently taking in harsh words I used to think only my dad had the right to say to me..

Getting a paycheck every 2 weeks, going to the bank to withdraw this hard-earned money, heading to the mall and buying things with this money.. my money.. Going bankrupt more times than I’d care to.. Being more cost-conscious, having to win my own bread this time around..

I’ve been doing this for more than 3 years now but it still feels surreal at times. After being a kid for the first 20 years of my life, without having the littlest care about money, work and politics, it’s taking a while for this adult, grown-up thing to fit like second skin.

Then again, maybe it’s just a matter of time.

Hope the wrinkles don’t get the better of me before that time comes.

Or, better yet, hope the wrinkles never come. Ever.

Hehe. Wala lang. Just musing...