So you grow up. You figure it out or at least you try. Lately I’ve been thinking and talking about getting older. I’m not too old, I’m 31 years old, but just how does one act when they not only turn 30, but 31 years of age? It’s becoming time to start thinking about security, and whether or not you’re capable of of supporting not only another person but bringing a new life into the world. Whether that’s the plan or not, you should be able to make this happen. 

I’ve known this for some time, but always figured that the security was financial and everything else would follow in turn. Growing up has always been, in my mind, possessing the ability to be financially self-sustaining and have the ability to support your growing family around you. I never really admitted that I also needed to grow up in other ways. Take things more seriously – embracing the ability to exhibit self control on going out until the next morning, drinking every weekend. Taking care of yourself physically and becoming a better person for yourself and others you surround yourself with. 

Growing up doesn’t mean becoming lame. It means in my mind, becoming more interesting and flexible in lifestyle. Where you don’t just hang around a certain type of person, but expose and emerse yourself in new cultures. New experiences. Afterall, just because you get older doesn’t make you wise. It’s the experiences that give you wisdom.