You know no matter how old you are, you always think of yourself as the same age, like eighteen or twenty or the day you realized you were no longer a child; it seems that in our minds the aging process stops the moment you step over the line from childlike thoughts to responsible, mature adult thinking. But the body continues to age. I am constantly surprised when I look in the mirror at my reflection and the person looking back at me is my mom! Furrowed brow, gray sprouts peeping in through the three-week old dye job on my hair, drooping jaw line, tired, red eyes. In my mind, I am still that wide-eyed, energetic, under-rated chippie trying to prove myself a worthy adversary to the mature colleague. What I fail to realize is I AM THE MATURE COLLEAGUE and now there are young men and ladies looking to me for guidance. What the heck is happening?