Grown ups

When I grow up........Yeah. Yeah. I know. I'm already grown up. I'm grown old anyway. And I'm well past the age where there is anything much new to look forward to. Not to say, i won't enjoy moments, travel, learn new things, try new things, etc. But on the other hand, I'm not likely to launch a new career or find a new love or have any real life-changing events ever again.

So a friend group texts a bunch of us last night. She's traveling for business, and she expresses she is sitting by herself in a bar with maybe 10 men, but not a one even looks at her. And she's depressed by this and wants to know what's wrong with her.

And we joke around with her and make her laugh and tell her what is true- that there is absolutely nothing wrong with her. That she's pretty and smart and a good person. And of course, that she's not old. Except that part is not so true. She's old. Actually a year older than me.

And here's the reality of the situation- she too is pretty much done as far as newness goes. She's not going to grow up and have a new life enfold before her either. No rich, smart, handsome millionaire is going to pick her up at the bar and offer her a wonderful job or a happily ever after. That doesn't happen in the real world. And if it does, it will turn out to be a dream, and he turns out to be a jerk.

But here's the difference between her and i- I'm all grown up and realize this reality. She still thinks it might happen when she grows up or something. And she's depressed-while i am not.

That's the thing about really growing up, it might be you know you're there when you are ok with how things are even if they never really change.