Playing dress-up...

Every now and then, on a rare occasion, I have to wear the full-on business suit to work.. Usually only during really big events, but today was one of those days.

I was off-site all day, helping at the Latin Chamber luncheon where Vegas PBS was announcing the launch of their new Spanish channel, V Me, then delivering passes for front desk staff at a few casinos for the Springs Preserve, and then back to the convention center for Vegas PBS to get training to escort media at the shooting of Antiques Roadshow tomorrow.. Needless to say, it was a crazy day, and the entire reason I'm at home at 11 pm on a Friday night and not seeing The Dan Band at The Joint with my friends.

But I digress... Today as I put on my business suit and took one last look in the mirror, an odd flashback came through my mind.. Sixth grade.. Dress like your hero day for Red Ribbon Week, and I chose my mother's blazer so I could look like her. I can't remember if it was hot pink or just red, but hey - it was the 90's - so in my head it's hot pink.

I can't help but wonder where the time has gone.. Am I really a grown up? With a professional job? Am I really doing all these important things and going to these important meetings where (at least I hope) my opinion is respected and needed?? What happened to the little girl who put on her mom's suit jacket that spilled over her arms and had bulky shoulder blades so it looked ridiculously out of place?

I guess sometimes I still can't believe the position I have, the city I'm living in, the role that I play. I still feel like a kid playing dress up.. Like someday I'll wake up and none of this will have ever really happened.

This growing up stuff... it sneaks up on you.