Growing up is painful.
Choosing to pay your bills on time, not on fun is painful.
Realizing that being an adult means full responsibility for my self is painful.
All the fun I thought was ahead of me in growing up turned to be a joke.
In order to be mature, I had to deal with my mindset
The process that develops you also uncovers you.
Those childish behaviors would spring up without warning.
It was so much easier to blame others for my reactions or decisions.
Owning my stuff was ugly and uncomfortable.
Having to admit it was me, not them hurt my pride.
Becoming mature meant admitting my wrong, and taking full responsibility.
Examining myself and why I do the things I do was unpleasant.
The more I cultivated my thoughts on being mature, it began to happen.
There was such a profound shift in my life owning my stuff.
Time was now invested in growing and becoming.
There was still pain, in the journey but it was one of purpose.
The little girl was becoming a woman.
Instead of confusion, there was understanding.
Fun and laughter entered back into my life.
Being an adult was now paying off.
There is such joy in owning your stuff, working through it, and not allowing your stuff to own you.
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