Gabriella Says: Growing Up
Gabriella here, ranting on a Saturday.
My birthday just passed. Another birthday. They come so quickly; I don’t feel like I was warned. I still have “teen” at the end of my age, and technically age is just a number, but now age is becoming a responsibility. People like, expect more from me now. Noooo!
Psychology textbooks tell me that my brain is currently a mess (they also say my brain smells kinda like blue cheese which is slightly disturbing). The prefrontal cortex is “pruning,” and yet, I am being told by the world that this is the year I lay the foundation for the rest of my life. I don’t know who came up with the idea to put that much pressure on a “pruning” brain, but I need to have a talk with them.
When you’re young, adults want to know who you are going to be. They never want to know who you are. Then you get to the age where you are expected to know. You realize that you don’t really know the person you are because you were putting your focus on the vision of who you are going to be. Yet, adults are always on a journey to find their youth, or relearning to live in the moment. Maybe if we didn’t force our children to live only for the future, we would have adults that could find genuine peace. When someone asks me who I want to be when I grow up, I say “myself”.
There are so many questions and unknowns and awesome things that lie ahead. It is scary and exhilarating and confusing and exciting. But how am I supposed to know what to do with it all? Who else is confused?
– ttfn G –