It's funny how when I was a little girl, playing with my Barbie dolls, I always envied them...because they were the symbols of adulthood for me. I wanted to be older, have more freedom, and be able to do anything just like them. I even gave them the same age every time: 23. Why 23? I don't know. That was the age I assumed was when you were actually an "adult." What's funny is that I'm almost 23 now and even though I'm slowly becoming an adult, it's definitely a lot harder than I imagined it to be. I'm sure I'll get used to it with time but for now, it's a bit of a struggle. I have a very steep learning curve ahead of me. There's just so much more to think about every day - from work-related issues, to groceries, to bills, to insurance, etc. I'm always worried that I'm forgetting some detail. It seems that with the more freedom you acquire, the more responsibility you get dumped on your head.
If I could, I'd go back and tell my younger self not to be in a hurry to grow up. It's true that your childhood flashes by quickly, and yet, it's the most precious time of your life.
I miss being a kid. =(
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"They were trying to kick you out of childhood. Once you were gone, there was no going back, so you had to hold on as long as you could."
- lullabies for little criminals by Heather O'Neill
Morrie from Tuesdays with Morrie says that those who look back and wish they were a certain age are actually unsatisfied with where they are at now. And I know you are not =)
So look back and think happy thoughts, and then look forward to each new day!
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