This is something I get told a lot and say myself even more.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that being prudent, responsible, and thoughtful is a bad thing. I'm not suggesting ignoring rules or throwing caution to the wind. I'm not condoning childish behaviour.
Instead, what I'm saying is that I love my inner child. Childlike behaviour is wonderful! Being open and curious, playful and excitable, having some of that original innocence left. That's what I don't want to lose.
See, I distinguish between growing up (growing the "big" part and thus shrinking the "little" part, the inner child) and being an adult (this is potentially temporary and doesn't snuff your kiddy candle).
Yes: working hard, learning all kinds of new things, cleaning your apartment, paying your bills on time, saving for the future, doing the laundry and the dishes, taking care of family, helping out friends, being healthy, and aaall those things.
No: concentrating on nothing but work, losing the twinkle in your eyes and the spark in your heart, shutting down your sense of humour, and aaall those things.
I love being an adult, but I love being a kid too. That's why I keep an expense book where I record every single cent I spend (yes, really, down to the cents). And that's also why any time my mom tells me that I'm a grown-up I yell no, stick my tongue out at her and run away. 100% true story.
I'm introducing a little series with this post, where I document some of my oh-no-I'm-a-grown-up moments.
The Scarf of Doom
The (Old-) Timer
The Dryer Choir