I assumed that high school graduation would make me a grown up — didn’t happen. Of course, I now know that 17 is light years from grown up, but you couldn’t tell me that, I was 17.
Later I thought being a grown up came with the marriage certificate or maybe with the birth of that first child. Didn’t happen. After baby number two, I didn’t care about being a grown up I just wanted sleep. Still do. (Who doesn’t love a good nap?)
Grown-ups seem so pulled together — some of them are pulled a little too tight. Many of these grown ups appear to have a handle on where they are headed in this life. I’m trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up (and yes, I’m over forty, but I’m working on it) . Rock Star just seems a bit of stretch these days — I can pull off the big hair, but leather doesn’t work for me., and I can’t sing, not at all. Ask my daughter. There was the “I want to be an Olympic gymnast” period. I can’t touch my toes, never could. Right now I’m sticking with the writer stuff because it doesn’t require toe touching and you don’t have to wear leather to do it.
Feeling like a grown-up doesn’t intrigue me much anymore. I’ve met some grown-ups, I wasn’t impressed. I want to hang on to my Rock Star dreams– you just never know when the perfect leather outfit may pop into your life.
Rock Star and Olympic gymnast huh? Sounds fun to me! I wanted to be a vet or Shamu’s trainer at Sea World. First one was too much schooling and well, the second….I wouldn’t look good in spandex scuba type outfits. Your post reminded me of a new song by Trace Adkins, “You’re Gonna Miss This” – the video is on YouTube if you want to check it out! Such a wonderful reminder…who wants to rush to be a grown up anyway! 🙂
I’m with you! I’m 40 and I seriously don’t believe I’m grown up. And I am so with you on the rock star gig. Great post.
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