I Won't Grow Up.

I know I said in my last blog post that I am officially a grown up--but what exactly does being a grown up mean?

If growing up means that I can't wear a Minnie Mouse sweatshirt, maybe I don't want to grow up.
If growing up means that I can't have stuffed animals on my bed, maybe I don't want to grow up.
If growing up means that I can't order off the kid's menu, maybe I don't want to grow up.
If growing up means that I can't wear pink glitter shoes, maybe I don't want to grow up.

Sometimes being a "grown up" isn't all it seems to be.
Being an adult brings a lot of responsibility.
When you're an adult you have to have a job--not just one that pays--but one that pays the bills.
When you're an adult you have much harder decisions to make than "what should I wear today?" or "what is mom making for dinner?"

Sometimes being a "grown up" actually calls for us to remember how to be a child.
Children love without inhibitions. In order to love someone with all your heart--you have to trust them and let go of any preconceptions you have.
Children don't hold back their feelings, you always know exactly what they are thinking or feeling.

What would happen if we all took a step back and looked at our lives from a different point of view?

xoxo