I have trouble with the word grown-up.
To me, the word grown implies you’ve finished with the growing process, that you are done. And the word up seems to imply you’ve reached the top, the pinnacle.
I’ve done neither.
As a child, I thought being a grown-up meant having achieved maturity and wisdom. Not only haven’t I achieved these things, but I’ve encountered very few people who have.
There just shouldn’t be a word that suggests an end to growing and becoming – particularly if it also implies having outgrown giggling, playing and being silly. These things still come naturally to me.
The word adult is okay. I’ll accept being classified as one of those – no connotations of being finished or completed with this word.
I am (still) a work in progress.
While on the topic of maturity, playfulness, etc., although it’s not like me to bare my bathroom soul, it’s also not like me to refuse a dare. So, when Oreneta says, “Play?” – I play.
Here’s my contribution to her challenge, “What’s in Your Drawers?” (Bathroom drawers, that is.)
Observing the contents, one might conclude I’m obsessed with hair removal (3 razors…) and dental care. Not so. Rather, I have a tendency to buy new razors (new is always better, right?) but never bother tossing the old. As for the dental paraphernalia? This drawer is a dumping ground for all the freebies received from my dentist. And I do floss but obviously not as frequently as they think I should – hence, the overflow of floss containers.
If you’d like to take the plunge (so to speak) and meet Oreneta’s challenge, let her know and she’ll link to your site. You don’t have to be crazy to do this – just willing to play!