Today I turn 31. I’m too old to play in the ball pit too young to run for President of the United States but just the right age for a quarter life crisis...join me as I attempt to reason with time.

A few weeks ago we explored the possibilities of whether I, Jennifer, of 30 year old sound{ish} body and mind, am in fact an adult, or instead an adult in training (read that post here ). I decided that half of the issue may be that I've never really "applied and interviewed" for the position of adulthood. Being married and having a mortgage just isnt enough. So to whom it may concern, might I present to you my  Resume to Be an Adult  for your review and acceptance.

This week is another edition of Getting Old {ish} With Jennifer. Today we try to decide if Jennifer is a adult or an imposter with training wheels still on. (spoiler alert; Magic 8 Ball says "Not Likely"

5 Things 20 something Jennifer could do, that 30 something Jennifer can’t (shouldn’t) do. Pizza after 5 pm . College freshman Jennifer would have A 5$ large pizza from Papa John’s delivered to Blumberg hall at 1 am to aid an all night study session (oh hey there freshman 15 50, how you doin'). 30 year old Jennifer needs to clear her schedule the next day as well as stock up on Tums and Prilosec if she plans to eat pizza after sundown. Paint my own toenails. I used to change