I have come out of retirement–and moved to new digs–because my brain has been churning away today.
A lot has changed in the two years since I last posted a blog post. New living situation (twice so far), new relationship, new positions at work (twice so far). Rather than go into the nitty gritty, I’d prefer to write on what’s been on my mind.
You see, I’ve struggled for all of my adult life with actually feeling like an adult. And, frankly, I can’t say I feel like one yet. But I’m getting there, thanks in no small part to wise words that have been imparted to me in my times of personal panic. What I have realized, though, is that maturity has absolutely nothing to do with your age and everything to do with how you choose to present yourself.
Maturity doesn’t mean knowing what to do in every situation. Maturity doesn’t mean liking everyone and everything. Maturity doesn’t mean not acting goofy or not making terrible, off-color jokes or not dressing up like Thor if Thor were a 50s housewife.
Maturity means treating others with respect. It means not assuming that anyone at all owes you anything at all. Maturity means knowing that you don’t know everything and allowing yourself to reach out for answers. Maturity means knowing when it’s okay to act like a child and when it’s time to put the child in a safe place for the time being.
Most importantly, maturity means realizing that if things aren’t going the way you want them to in your life, it’s very likely not someone else’s fault. Especially if they never seem to go your way.