What it actually means to Grow Up.

I’ve heard the word “Grow Up” spoken around me all my life and until 48hours ago, I didn’t know what it truly meant. I assumed it meant “don’t sulk” “act your age” or maybe “get rid of things that don’t serve you”.

I have now personally learned that growing up means so much more. It means acknowledging your limitations and having the courage to admit them. To learn lessons and constantly evolve. To make the best use of time-doing the things you love and the things you don’t quite love that needs to be done. It means to not say yes when you mean to say no and to say no even after you have said yes.

To grow up means to recognise what counts and what doesn’t.  To control what you can and let go of what you can't control. To choose kindness always in your interactions with every human starting with yourself. To accept burning truths and use the fire to light new paths.

To give yourself the grace to continue tomorrow what you didn’t finish today.

As Zinoleesky said in his song “One of a Kind”:

“So, I worry about today, I’ll let God handle tomorrow.”

 

P.S. — AI termed my new age the “Sweet Spot.”

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