I got to thinking about relationships and partial lobotomies: two seemingly different ideas that might just be perfect together - like chocolate and peanut butter. - Carrie, Sex in the City

Most days I feel so developed - that I've grown and changed and evolved to be the confident and secure person that currently exists.

But other times I feel as if I've regressed back to middle school - scared shitless and unable to find my way out of a paper bag. I obsess over minor details and minute gestures. I torture myself trying to figure out each intimate thought and hidden meaning in every possible conversation.

Are they looking at me? What are they thinking? Was that a real, I'm-glad-to-see-you smile or a I'm-smiling-because-I-feel-like-I-have-to smile? GOSH! STOP BEING SUCH A LITTLE GIRL is more like what I should be telling myself. Try to be mature for a change and just live your life.

But really, have things changed all that much from the playground days? I like to think that as we've all evolved and our problems more intricate and complex than what to do if we forgot our lunch at home, but maybe not. Maybe we all keep a little of that childhood immaturity with us.

I'm mean, sure, the boys don't pull the girls' hair anymore, but they still like us to chase us.

P.S. England was fabulous. Happy New Year!