Nothing happened when I was 26.

Well, nothing of particular note, anyway. I didn't get married, I didn't move, I didn't change jobs, I didn't really make any new friends. About the only thing out of the ordinary that happened was Sed and me taking her younger brother to Disneyland, just the three of us with no adults.

Or so I thought, anyway.

When we walked through that turnstile on the first day, Sed and Clayton were so excited that they immediately tried to bolt off in opposite directions. Quick as a flash, I seized their shoulders, calmly reined them in and advised that we make a plan for what to visit first, what we wanted to do during the day and where to meet if we got separated.

It was my first big moment in adulthood.

Thinking about it now, you aren't supposed to have huge milestones after you pass 25. That's what society tells us, anyway -- you can smoke, you can drink, you can vote, you can drive a car and have qualified for the reduced insurance rate; now take that and be happy until you retire at 59 1/2. You're supposed to settle into a routine, go to your job, go home to your family, have a nice dinner and a relaxed evening with your favorite show or a board game. It's one of the hallmarks of maturity -- you've learned what works for you, what you like, what you don't, how to get it, how to enjoy it, how to moderate yourself.

So living a quiet, peaceful life doesn't provide me with much blog fodder, but it taught me something about growing up. It's boring, and it's happening all around you like it or not, so you might as well go with the flow and learn what works.