Is it time for me to grow up yet?

My mom is easily the most selfless person I know, and I have a feeling I'll be the exact same way when I have kids of my own. Hell, it shouldn't be hard really because for the past six years (or quite possibly my entire life), it's been all about ME. What do I want? What will make me happy? I'm constantly dreaming, chasing, going going going. I want bigger, better, more more MORE! When will it ever be enough? When will I make my mark in this world? Feels like never. But I can't give it up. Not yet. The hope that anything can happen at any moment makes me tick. I know eventually it will be my biological clock that's ticking, but lord knows when that will be.

This is the way I feel 90 percent of the time. However, I have my moments when any semblance of normalcy and security seems pretty darn awesome. I had one on Sunday at my friend Lorraine's baby shower as I watched her unwrap toys, bibs and ridiculously tiny onesies in her new three-bedroom apartment. Is it time for me to grow up? I thought.

Here I am with Rain--she ended up going into labor that very night, and I can't wait to meet her cute, pink, wrinkly little babe!

Of course I'm going to show you the food--it was too yummy and pretty not to. The shower had a tea party theme, which was fitting since Lorraine's husband, Christopher, is a Brit just like my bf. I piled a few cucumber sandwiches on my plate; everything tastes better in a triangle shape :)

Chicken salad on endive. Fancy.

These chocolate cupcakes could easily rival any I've had at my favorite bakeries in the city. They were so gooey and moist. You can't imagine how hard it was for me to cut myself just half of one.

Scones! I actually liked them just as much, if not better than the cupcakes.

And tea. I poured myself a cup, and then another, in an attempt to stop eating. It kinda/sorta/not really worked :)

So yeah, there are times when I feel like I should just get my act together and get goin' on this grown up thing, but I'm not quite ready. I think having this "me" time will only be beneficial in the future. If I wasn't selfish now, I'd no doubt end up like Betty on Mad Men who's painfully bored and unfulfilled...and turning into an alcoholic. (I'm on season two and it's getting goood!) Even so, when do you push the dreams aside and just get real?