Sunday, December 30, 2007

When I grow up....

My friend and I were talking and I realized that I don't think I will ever grow up to be a mature completely grounded person. I will never fit in as sophisticated and recently, I realized I don't want to. I am quite content to be silly, pretend the snow foam is real snow, and believe in true love.

For over half my life I wanted to be a grown up, never quite realized when being a grown up had happened, and now at 34, I've decided being an adult isn't a ticket to automatically being a member of the cool and cultured adult world. Instead, I'm an observer and mostly a comrade to babies, tots, young adults and those who have lived much longer. I will never learn to contain my wise arsed remarks, I'll continue to put my foot in my mouth, and flirt and tease with careless abandonment.

I'll keep my hair in colors not found in the natural world, wear necklines that are too low and heels that are too high, and sometimes, I'll throw my hair in a pony tail and sleep in and stay up too late. I will continue to laugh too loud, and experience everything for the first time all over again.

I am looking forward with anticipation and excitement for a breathlessly exciting 2008.


moooooog35 said...


Way to go.

Keep this will stay with you...

I'm 39.

I spent my Saturday morning recording myself on the computer wearing my son's Optimus Prime voice-changing helmet, while playing the bongos and singing the "Daylight come and me wanna go home" song.

I plan on doing this same thing when I'm 70.

That's right...I'm keeping the helmet.

A Girl, A Boy, and Me said...

Ha! My new neighbor plays the bongos. At 10pm. Luckily she is pretty good so it isn't annoying so i would care.

I'm glad you found the helmet. I was thinking your son would sleep with it in his arms and you would never get to play with it again.

Scott said...

I love the attitude!