Growing up?

In college, I took a Psychology 101 class. A lot of those lessons stuck with me and I think of them fairly often. One of the classes was about cultural milestones. As in, doing this means you have passed into a new phase of your life. Many Native American tribes celebrate their milestones by receiving a new name. Well, if I were Cherokee, I would have a new name now. I imagine it would be something like "Running Crazy" or "She-who-has-no-life-outside-work".

But that is not the point of this blog. I wanted to share a few thoughts about growing up and what that means. Growing up. Means. Absolutely nothing.

Because we never stop growing up. For my entire life I think I have thought I was grown up. Started going to school, OK now I'm grown up. Started wearing pants and a backpack to school, OK now I'm grown up. Had my first boyfriend, yep this is it. Started driving, officially grown up now. Went to college, I am so grown up I can't stand it. Graduated college, can I stop now? Got my first real job, OK, I'm grown up enough. Got my first promotion at my first job, really... uh... can I stop growing up now?



My point is, when is grown up really grown up? Even while I am struggling with the concept of never reaching the mighty "grown up" status, I am thinking about more of life's milestones.



Marriage, ya that's pretty grown up.



Children, wow for sure that means you are fully-grown.



A career, retirement, old-age, those concepts are just too far to fathom for me, but really? When I'm old, will I have finally grown up?



I sure hope not :)