I don’t want to grow up.

I’m sitting at home catching up on some laundry and my sister is here babysitting.  I’m watching this little boy play and it made me think.  I remember when I was young.  I remember the way that I used to think.  I didn’t care who was watching or what they would think about me.  I didn’t even pay attention to them the majority of the time.  So why do I get caught up in what people think now?  At what point in my life did I change?  When did I start basing my life on the opinion of my peers?  I have an enormous amount of respect for the few people that I know that never lost that child-like quality in their lives.  They show me that this life isn’t about pleasing everyone else, but being comfortable in your own skin.   One of my close friends recently told me that one of the most important things to her is that she can lay her head down at night and know that she didn’t compromise who she was to please anyone.   I think that if we don’t learn to somehow gain that state of mind back, we may miss out on a lot of our lives.  And that would be a shame.  I don’t want to grow up.

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