Adulting.

This is the second day in a row that I have accompanied my mom on two very important business meetings.

I mostly went due to the promise of coffee and an opportunity to dress business chic. Any occasion to get out of the house!

While most of the conversation went completely over my head (something about s-corp, joint ventures, and trust funds), I nodded my head and gave the impression of professional understanding and interested observer.

Mostly, I daydreamed and tried to wrap my head around the fact that I quite literally had no idea what they were talking about.

Then I realized something. This is what adulting looks and feels like.

Over the past few years, I've slowly started the transition into adulthood (whatever that really means). Filling out my own tax returns, taking the car in for service, applying for jobs, determining what the best move for me was as far as careers go, that sort of thing.

However. Living at home with a mom who's in the process of putting a coffee shop into a train car and a dad who never ceases an opportunity to photobomb my pictures really puts this whole adult thing into perspective.

They say the trick is to grow up without growing old. To grow into yourself, yet never lose your imagination, creativity, and passion. Adulthood doesn't mean discarding those things. To me, it means embracing them and fitting them in to whatever career path you chose.

There are times, I admit, when I feel that I'm a little kid trying to start her business in the world and all the adults look down on me and in condescending tones tell me my idea is "cute." But then there are days, like today, when our family's attorney acknowledges my presence at a meeting and after hearing about my project, applauds me for following my dream.

It's all about balance. And as my best friend Whitney titles her photo album: time to start adulting {kinda}. I'm blessed to live in a home that embraces both entrepreneurial spirit and downright goofy creativity.

Who says adulting can't be fun?

I wasn't joking when I told you my dad likes to photobomb!

New Season, New Start.

I could've told you that spring slipped in weeks ago, as our non-stop sunny weather has been nothing short of spectacular.

The forecast continues to call for sunshine the rest of the month, any snowflake icon quickly diminished on the weather app.

But today, spring has officially sprung, a season I am most happy to embrace!

And with new seasons come new starts.

That is, for me.

It's no surprise that I've been home these last few months, in transition from graduating college to whatever step I'm planning to take next. Some of it has been great, other times, I find myself habitually repeating my days, often ending in tears and low self-esteem.

I know it's normal. My mom returned home after graduating, and my dad even took a year off, not even to figure life out, but to ski! But I'm nonetheless taken aback because I had always planned on something bigger, something better.

Sometimes, though, life throws you a curveball and lodges itself in your perfect plan. It subsequently leaves you back to square one and with no next moves.

But if there's one thing I've really taken from all of this, one particular phrase that sits at the forefront of my mind, it's move forward.

Simple tasks, like talking to people, doing research, or even just sending an email, all moves me forward, no matter how trivial they may seem. I'm in no particular rush and as long as I continue to persevere in the direction of what makes my heart sing, I'm on the right track.

Like the new season, it's time to melt away all those outer layers of perseveration and over-thinking, and discover and come to peace with who I am and what my next journey will be.

It's a new season, and hopefully a new start.

I couldn't help but channel green and floral into my outfit today. I dressed like a-lawn. Like e-lawn. Like Elan.

Also, check out these wicked icicles, melting away, hopefully like my uncertainty..