Growing up

It is so funny to think about “growing up”. When I thing about it I can most see myself as a child wanting to be an adult. And now here I am as an adult, for a while already, and it is very different to what I envisioned as a child. It seemed almost as if I was meant to get some super-powers and that things would change from one day to another.  But guess what?  That didn’t happen…

I don’t have a problem with growing up, don’t get me wrong, but I guess I thought that I was going to have done more. Not that I think I have done a little, but when you are a child you think of being so many things and in the “growing up process” you make choices to leave some of that childhood dreams behind.

I still want to do so many things and maybe that is why I don’t feel that I am as old as I really am. But it does hit home when you start to find the grey hairs (ok, this has been going on for a while and soon I’ll look like Rogue but it is not like I am that old), or when friends from your teens facebook pictures are pictures of their weddings or babies and you think “How come? They are so young!”.  But they are not anymore and then you realise, I grew up!