This past week I’ve been constantly reminded (my family and friends) that I’m heading out of my teen years and into my twenties (Eeeek) and how I’m going to be this " young adult" or that I’m " Growing up" etc
But i find myself myself frequently perplexed by what "Growing up" means because it never seems to be clear or make any coherent sense.
As kids we all believed in fairy tales but do we ever really know better?? as little girls we all had a fantasy of what life would be. In my case a big puffy, pink, marshmallow ,sparkling dress; prince charming carrying me away to some magical castle and living happily ever after ..... and then turning into a spice girl.
Do we ever grow up?? Is it actually possible?? I’ve never met anyone who’s done it, I mean think about it...... You continuously break the rules you make for yourself, Throw tantrums when things don’t go your way , whisper secrets into your best friend's ear , look for comfort wherever you can find it and like a child you continue to hope – against all your logic , against all your experience
So at the end of the day it's just responsibillity sprinkled with hope ??