(From our hike a few weeks ago via instagram)I have been thinking a lot lately about how wonderful getting older is. Most of our parents raise us with the same mores and standards to keep us out of trouble; to make sure we grow up to be well-rounded people. My parents tried very hard not to squash my creativity and I'm grateful, but I was raised with a certain set of ideas. Let your love grow slowly, get married, then have kids. Find a well-paying job and if you can, make time for your hobbies. Always, always, always put your kids first. And generally, these are very dependable ideas to live by.
But the real beauty of becoming an adult is realizing that these things don't define your life. Being raised with modest caution and thoughtfulness more than prepared me to make my own path. Sometimes babies come before marriage, sometimes you opt for neither. Don't like your desk job? Save some money, get your ducks in a row, and start your own business.
For the first time, I feel like the world is my oyster and it is really a beautiful thing.
What do you think?