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…
32? Grown up? Youngster! ;) Lovely shot, Julie. I love those red shoes.
32… I remember being that age… just. It’s always nice to see people appreciating the small stuff in life. It’s always nice to be reminded too.
And I’ll have to show my 12yro daughter how you laced up your boots, she’ll love it.
Love your ribbon laces! :)
I feel this way a lot of the time. I have never understood the need for putting yourself through misery just to blend in. It’s very hard when the people around you don’t feel the same way.
I can’t take credit for the ribbon laces, they belong to my friend – I have to say I’m tempted to copy her though ;)
“there’s also something that’s small but hugely important which I’m finally waking up to.”
babies, right? :o)