I had something on the order of an “Aha” moment the other day while talking to my younger sister, except, it was more of an “Oh no” moment.

You see, I used to be too cool for school.

And then I was the cool big (and taller) sister.  My shirt says so.

This dynamic really worked for us.  I was daring and adventurous.  I drove with my windshield down and no hands.  I did not require a snowsuit to play outside in what is obviously multi-colored windbreaker weather.  And I was still taller.

So a few years have passed since the pictures above and although my sister is now about 4” taller than I am, I thought I still had a firm grasp on the cool big sister gig.

And then, one (terribly sad and life-altering) day, that gig came to a screeching halt.

I was talking to my sister on the phone the other day and I was telling her about letting my clients know that I am moving and how much I will miss them.  I mentioned one client in particular that I have really enjoyed getting to know because I feel like she and I are on the same page about a lot of things.  I casually conveyed this thought by telling my sister that my client and I are “like souls” (as in similar), to which my sister replied “did you just say ‘souls’?” (exuding disdain)

Me: “What?? Is there something wrong with souls?”

Eugene: “No….it’s just….you’re just….funny.” (a.k.a. NOT cool)

And there we have it folks.  I am no longer taller or cooler than my little sister.

And I have graduated from school so I can no longer be too cool for it either.

Dangit.

Y’all come back now, ya hear?

Sugarlump