Childhood

I think I have aged a lot over the last two years.  Aside from the fact that I use eye cream for my fine lines, I’ve become a much calmer person.  I’ve focused my energies on a few things in life.  I’m more thoughtful, slower to speak, and even slower to act. 

I pray that these are the signs of wisdom and not laziness, but really who can tell the difference. 

You know you are an adult when you consider buying insurance for everything; when you pay off your credit card bill before it is due, and when you start reading the fine print on everything you sign. 

You know  you are an adult when you prefer bedtime instead of a nightcap; when you schedule your work outs like you schedule your work; and when you buy a steam cleaner with your Christmas money.

Still, I firmly believe that none of us really reach adulthood.  We merely grow to scale with the rest of the world so we can reach the top shelf and drive cars.  We are all just fragile and naive children who have learned to take part in a world that is bigger than us.   When we reach our twenties we realize that there is no magic switch that is going to flip and turn us into our parents.  Time alone does not grant us knowledge. 

This is evidence in the fact that some people who are of adult age, do not act like adults.  They throw temper tantrums, lie about the silliest things, and seek to serve themselves first.  It is a fact:  Most of the adults I know are just really responsible kids.