Growing Up is Hard!

Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of the day of being older. I loved being young, but I wanted to be older. I wanted to do what grown-ups did. I wanted to stay up late. I wanted to eat what I want. There was so much I felt like I could not do.

Now, sometimes I wish I could go back to that moment and tell the little girl, being a grown-up is not all that it seems to be. I love being a grown-up, don't get me wrong. But there is so much responsibility that comes with being a grown up.

This past week, I have only started to realize how much responsibility there is. I have the wonderful opportunity to be at home with my family. We have such a great time together. We learn, love, and laugh together. My family is always there. I have always had the support of my family that I can lean on when my responsibilities get overwhelming. They are always there. I can talk my stresses over with them.

As I near graduation I have been talking with my dad about what I should do (in life and in general, everything). He has always told me to follow my dreams. My dream is to one day work for Disney in their hair and wig shop at Walt Disney World. I am in the process of working on an application and hoping that I can get in. As I have thought about this, I also thought about all the needs and necessities I will have when I get there. I had no transportation vehicle. I have no apartment reserved. I have nothing, except a suitcase full of my belongings. So, over the past few months I have been trying to focus on one need at a time. The first need was transportation. I talked with my dad about getting a car. We researched and looked up what would be the best car.

I narrowed the options down to a Camaro or a Chevy Cruze. My dad loves all his girls, so we have date nights with him on occasion. My date with dad happened to be this past Thursday. He knew that I was looking into cars, so he took me down to the dealership. I was able to test drive a Camaro and a Cruze. He asked me which one I preferred. I came to the conclusion that the most practical car for me and the best fit for me would be the Cruze. We then went in to negotiate a price. My dad happens to be one of the best negotiators I know. He got me a steal of a deal. Now, please note: my dad did not buy the car for me. Although, he did help me get a good deal.

I am now the proud owner of a Chevy Cruze. Now I have the responsibility to pay monthly payments for my car. This is huge. This was the a big step to growing up. I am not sure I like growing up. I think that growing up is hard.

However, there are benefits to growing up too. I see the benefits. I see how much knowledge I have gained. I see all that I have become. I see how much my family loves me. I see all the experiences that have taken place, that have made me into the person I am. I love being me! I love who I am. I am glad I have grown up a little. There is still so much more growing up to do. Here's to growing up!