HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
On Saturday April 8th my body turned 34, I do believe however that my mind will forever remain a teen. Probably around 15 or 16 years old.
I don’t actually think I’ll ever really feel like an adult.
I still love Disney films (I cried at Live action Beauty and the Beast.) I don’t collect Sylvanian Families, Tsum Tsums and Mini Mixie’s only out of sheer willpower, and I love a colouring book (it doesn’t even need to be an adult one, those cheapies from the £1 shop are equally entertaining.)
From a young age, I remember looking at my mum and her friends and actually seeing them as adults. Did they feel like adults back then, do they now? Or did they feel like I do now, playing an adult but actually still feeling like I’m winging it?
Is there a course you take or a point in life that graduates your mind into adulthood?
I do often wonder whether I’m pulling it off and playing the part, or whether my kids are on to me? Do they look at me and my friends as ‘grown ups’? Are my parenting tactics a good disguise?
Honestly, I think they know.
I’ve been super spoilt for my birthday. Cards, presents, taken out for dinner and best wishes from friends and family. Birthdays still have that exciting specialness about them for me and I’ll remain ridiculously excited for the next one, like the inner teenager.
Cards, presents, taken out for dinner and best wishes from friends and family. Birthdays still have that exciting specialness about them for me and I’ll remain ridiculously excited for the next one, like the inner 15 year old teenager.
I’m super intrigued though. Do you feel like an adult or do you feel, like me, that being young at heart is the way forward and adulting is a side line of age?
Do we ever really grow up?
Let me know in the comments how you feel about birthdays and your inner teenage adult.
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