being grown up
At the fairly respectable age of 32 I’d like to think I’m some way towards understanding what it is to be ‘grown up’.
While there’s lots of boring stuff to do with paying bills, and making sure you’ve got clean clothes, there’s also something that’s small but hugely important which I’m finally waking up to. We get to be comfortable, being who we want to be, and show it in little ways. And we get to choose who we share our lives with, beyond who lives next door, or is in our class, or whose parents are friends with ours.
Those things might be easy to miss in the ‘bigness’ of grown up life, but they worth stopping to appreciate. I suppose you all know that already, maybe I just wanted to remind myself…