I’ve been alive for 26 years! It is time again to reflect.

Here’s what I think Little Me was right and wrong about when she imagined her future fully-formed adult life.

When I was a kid, 26 seemed far away in the land of mythical “adulthood”. I imagined I’d have everything figured out, never feel embarrassed, and probably be a marine biologist swimming with a friendly beluga somewhere. I’d have children of my own, I guessed. And a fancy savings account with lots of zeroes. Also as many dogs as I was legally allowed to own (yeah, even tiny-me knew there were city restrictions on pets).

Now that it’s actually here, 26 looks a far cry from my childhood fantasies… no arctic marine friends, definitely no pregnancies… though in other ways this life is a better fit than I maybe had the creativity to dream.

Here’s what I think Little Me was right and wrong about.

Core themes I’ve carried through

It seems some parts of our personalities really are there from the beginning and until the end. Perhaps that’s presumptuous to say when I’m (hopefully) only a quarter of my way through life, but these things have been with me the whole journey.

I love creatures!!

When I sp…