let's grow young

I am officially out of my teen years, and more than anything...this fact scares me. Gone are the days where I could blame all of my shenanigans on being a silly teenager. Now I have to take responsibility for my actions! Maybe it's not just that that's getting me anxious. I still feel 16 years old. I dance when I eat, I get butterflies around cute "boys" (men?!), I laugh at immature jokes (I crack immature jokes), I love Disney princesses, and the color pink. Are you allowed to love the color pink when you're 30?! That worries me. I still value my mother's approval above anyone else's and I still feel like I can get away with things as the baby of my family...twenty isn't so innocent. So do you wake up one day with sudden knowledge about 401 ks and an urge to pick out paint chips for the powder room? I'm waiting on this transformation to happen, but a little concerned about its tardyness. But then I think back to when I worked at the nursing home with the elderly people and the very distinct realization that everyone in the room felt 16, even though I was the only one who looked it on the outside. Maybe we're not supposed to grow up and become boring. The "grown ups" are just people who have forgotten their true selves. So I'm going to march on with my addiction to Twilight and weakness for Susie Cake and I'll never lose the sheer excitement on Christmas morning or forget how fun a girls night in with junk food can be :)