Is it odd to say that I’ve only just realized that I’m a grown up?
It’s not about my age. I know how old I am physically…..on the outside and on the inside. I may be fifty two but my body is still in it’s thirties. My physiotherapist has his own opinion on that subject but that’s his problem.
No, this has to do with my relatively new found ability to deal with pretty much any situation I may find myself in. The ability to be thrown into a scenario and not only respond but, dare I say, revel.
To rise to the occasion and not give a crap what anybody thinks of me outside of my ability.
To not care if I’m impressing or fitting in other than making sure that I’m getting the job done.
And to do all of this with a certain calmness that could only be a direct result of having to deal with some serious shit in the past twenty years.
Wow, it’s really true…..with age comes wisdom
“I have reached an age when, if someone tells me to wear socks, I don’t have to.” Albert Einstein