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I feel the exact same way Allison! I look around all the time, count the years that supposedly belong to me, and wonder why I haven't achieved maturity yet. It makes me wonder if my mom felt this way at my age. Of course, I often hear my mom talk about how immature she still is, as well. I guess it's one of those things where the journey and the general direction of our progress are more important than whether or not we actually achieve the end goal in this life. Loves!

Hi Allison, I'll warn you now that this is a very lengthy comment!

I feel just like this. I'm 56 years old but inside my head I'm still 20! My gut reaction to a lot of situations is the reaction of the inner 20 year old but the older me kicks in and actually deals with whatever. I can remember my mum saying the same thing when I was in my teens and at the time thought it was a strange thing for her to say, but now totally understand it. I used to look at other people and wonder how they managed to leave their younger self behind and become so 'mature'. I've decided recently that it's likely that everyone feels like me to a greater or lesser extent and that quite often the 'really mature' ones have, in fact, just lost touch with their inner child.

I, on the other hand am truly in touch with my inner child! I have grown up responsibilities (Ced, my partner has a terminal illness) and deal with those accordingly but whenever possible I allow the 'child' to the front. So, if I want to read a book, chat to a friend, play and instrument, reminisce with Ced, etc. then the housework and laundry is left and is done eventually. Our home isn't pristine but we don't care!

I think I'm trying to say that on one level, maturity is realising what your priorities are, and then living your life accordingly. The following text was actually on Facebook this morning and it really sums up what I mean. I hope it resonates with you.

Life in a Jar

When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle, When 24 Hours in a day is not enough, Remember the jar and 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students, if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. ‘Now,’ said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things – family, children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions – Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car. The sand is everything else — The small stuff.

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ He continued,
there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, You will never have room for the things that are important to you.

So… Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play With your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

‘Take care of the golf balls first — The things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled ‘I’m glad you asked’. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, There’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.

I love that story about the jar and the rocks and pebbles. It's a story I've shared many times.

Allison, you always know when to post something that just knocks my socks off. You have a way of saying what is on my mind and in my heart in nearly exactly the same words I would use if I have your gifts, or the time, or a second to myself to contemplate the larger picture. In any given day, when my every moment is consumed with sand and coffee, I love coming here to ponder and appreciate the rocks. The rocks that bind us.

Love you, sweet friend.

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