Why would I want a blog?: Growing up!

I’m getting older.

That reality was brought up during a car ride with some friends today. They were talking about the ails of going beyond your 40th birthday and trying to prepare me for what is to come. Little did they know that I had just recently thought long and hard about this unavoidable truth.

Things I have noticed that make me feel old:
My 5 year high school reunion is this fall!
People who were in middle school when I was in high school are old enough to be going to college!
I pay my own bills!
My eye sight is going!
A little girl at a wedding dance didn’t know the words to a Backstreet Boys song!
My baby sister is talking about her wedding plans!
My nephew is 5 years old!
All my friends are getting married!
My body is starting to ache all over!
I may have found a grey hair!

While this is not a comprehensive list, it just goes to show that I’m growing up.

My verdict on this reality is still out. I’m not sure if growing up is good, or not so good. I just can’t really decide. I think it is hard for me to decide because I don’t feel like I’ve been ‘grown up’ for very long. I just recently started to realize that all signs point to 'adult' in my life.

For some reason I have had this perception about myself. I see myself younger than I really am. Sometimes I wonder if it is because I’m around middle schoolers so much that they make me act way less mature than I should. Or maybe it is because I’ve always wanted to stay a junior in high school forever? Maybe I’m just not very perceptive? I’m not sure why I still see myself as a younger me, but my question is; does everyone else feel as though they have no idea how they got older?

It’s weird how fast life moves. So many things seem like just yesterday. Then again, so many things that I never thought would be over seem like ages ago.

I think it is true, with age comes wisdom (side note- I think that my Grandpa Derby was always wise…he just seems like a guy who was wise from birth). I will say that without a doubt I’ve become more wise with decisions and more mature in my thinking. That came of course with a heap of experience, exposure to new things, a changed outlook on priorities and of course some heartache. Regardless of my age or my perception of my age I think I will always have times in my life I would love to revisit. However I would never in a million years trade the lessons I’ve learned and the ways I’ve grown in my short 23 years.