The Budding Grown-Up

<LMAO>  You think it’ll never happen to you, then one day you wake up realizing it has—you’ve become the grown-up you vowed you’d never be.

Things I might have accepted and embraced decades ago now seem silly, unrewarding, or just plain wrong.

The legalization of pot?  Like, really?  We don’t have enough drug- and drink-related accidents and deaths?  I’ll admit that once upon a time, I smoked it.  It seemed okay to feel “fi-ine” back then.  Now, I prefer the feeling of “re-eal”.  Yeah, I’ve grown up.

Dancing and/or being out on the town to dawn?  Loved it then; wouldn’t consider it now (don’t think I could do it if I tried).  There’s nothing more awesome than watching the sun rise—with alert eyes and an energetic soul.  Yeah, I’ve grown up.

Clothes tastes are personal, but some of the things the “younger generation” are wearing leave me cold.  The “like really?” slips from my lips like butter from roasted corn.  Undoubtedly, I created similar reactions when I sported “stylish” attire in my youth, items my parents and folks over a certain age considered unfathomable as “fashion”.  This from a former, long-time Gothy Girl.  <LOL>  Yeah, I’ve grown up.

Music?  Gotta confess (see previous post)—I love bubbly, catchy K-pop.  I could listen to it for hours on end.  The other current “hit” / “hip” stuff leaves me cold as an Artic winter.  Don’t get it; don’t want to.  Yeah, I’ve grown up.

Can’t play the rah-rah game at work anymore.  Worked to the age of 40-45.  Don’t have the optimism that comes with starting a new job or hoping to work for an organization for another decade or two.  Some might call it being tainted; I prefer to call it being seasoned.  Yeah, I’ve grown up.

It’s all part of the process—the evolution of life.  And it’s all good . . . long as I [continue to] grow up and not old . . . and don’t start tsking and wagging fingers.  <ROTFL>