Either I'm growing up or I'm growing old

Lately I have found myself being a little more introverted than usual. I have been enjoying quiet evenings reading blogs or curled up on the couch with a book.

I would rather spend time learning something new than going to happy hour. Makeup, fashion, and other materialistic things just are not as important as they once were.

I began thinking ... is something wrong with me?


Of course not, I'm just taking a new path. Crossing a new bridge that I haven't been on before.

Then I remembered the story of Peter Pan. The boy who wouldn't grow up even though he continued to age. It dawned on me - have I grown up?

I've been slowly changing over the past year or two. Slowing down a bit. Turning my focus in life to other things. Acting more like a mom, acting my age. Yes, we all grow old or older, but do we all grow up?

I came to the conclusion that I have grown up. No more late nights, no more spending money on frivolous things that I don't need, and no more tolerating things that I don't like. If I don't like something, I don't have to be a part of it. I think more rationally now - I think about the future - about the things I want to do and places I want to go. My life is taking a new path and if this means spending more time at home or more time with my son than so be it.

I'm still not to sure about the growing old part, but I sure do like how it feels to grow up.