“Maturity is knowing when to be immature.”

    I was looking for a good quote about being mature, or at least had the word 'mature' in it, but I saw this quote (by Randall Hall) and I thought-how perfect! Exactly my point for this blog post!

    Now, when someone first meets me, they never can guess my correct age. Why? Well I definitly look younger, and my silly personality is taken as "immature". And for years and years thats what I just thought-I was a lady in her early twenties that was immature. I used the excuse that more than 50% of my friends were younger then me, I baby-sat, and I worked at a day-care (I've worked there for a year and five months). Are those components what really influence the way I act? Nope.

    Over these past few months I've realized something-I am not immature. How did I come to this conclusion? Being around people that were still in the -teen category. In my last blog, I posted about helping with the high school play. And it was a fun, exciting experience.  But, it was also hard in the social aspect; I'm stuck backstage with all these girls and I didn't really have anything to say. Nor, did they. Those times were so awkward, I hated it.
    Last week, I just got done helping with the makeup for another play at the local community college. The director had asked for my help ONE week before opening night. That was definitly stressful. And again, most of the cast was younger then me-and there is where I had the epiphany!

    I can laugh and giggle! Find pleasure in bubbles and simple things! Make random jokes that don't make sense, and dance like a goof to the music in my head-not because I'm immature, but because thats me. I have a silly personality, but I am mature. How did I realize this? Conversations! People in both plays would say certain things and I would just roll my eyes and think "Are you stupid?" And they weren't, their brains just haden't developed yet. I may not be mature in the 'married with a child' sense or mature in the 'real career' sense. BUT, I'm a 26 yr. old woman whos served a mission, gone away to college, I have a job, I have rent payments, and fully researched opinions on a lot of things. I AM mature.

    And finally realizing this, finally coming to terms, that this silly peronality with lots of energy has mature opinions and thoughts on matters that are important to me is both scary and exhilarating. I may not be doing my choice career yet or living where I'd rather be living, or heck I'm not married yet. But I am a grown up now. A silly happy grown up.