I guess it's scary to think about growing up. It's always been that exciting thing that never seems like its actually going to happen and all of the sudden your entire future is staring you straight in the face and you realize you've fantasized so much about how great growing up will be that it actually looks pretty disappointing. You watch your friends come and go and you have to settle with the fact that people are going to come and go for the rest of your life. You finally realize that your world does not have to revolve around boys although for some reason it still does. You've come to the point where your tears and your dad will no longer get you out of car accidents and the responsibility of everything has fallen one hundred percent on you and all you want to do is run away from it. But you can't. And that's exactly what growing up is. When you were little everyone was taller and stronger and smarter so it was okay to rely on them. Growing up is realizing that you're the same as everyone else now and you can't expect them to do the work that you are capable of. The scary part is not knowing if everything will be okay. And the worst is knowing that if it's not, the only person to blame is yourself.
Just some possibly true, perhaps paranoid and maybe a little bit depressing, thoughts I've had about growing up. Sometimes it's just plain old sad that there won't be anymore running around barefoot till the porch light turns on, or eating macaroni and...who am I kidding? All I ever eat these days is mac 'n cheese! #childatheart
Love, Christie
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