I guess it's just like a stupid almost 30 year old to wax nostalgic about their "fleeting" youth instead of enjoying it, but. . .
No one told me that at 30, I'd still feel
like a kid:
Still making snap decisions with my heart and gut instead of
experience. Shouldn't I know what to do, by now?
Still choosing sides, still lying awake, wondering if I chose correctly. Shouldn't
I know who to trust, by now?
Still needing encouragement and reassurance when it looks like I'm doing o.k, anyway. Why can't I just do it 'my own self,' yet?
Still failing to stand up for myself, even when I know I'm right. How haven't I learned to spit it out?
Still worried about how others judge me & how I judge others. Isn't there only One opinion that matters?
Still wondering what I'll be and what I'll do, even though that's now.
Will I ever know an opportunity when I see it?
Still watching others hurt and hurting with them, knowing I can do little to affect it. Where is this thick skin of which people speak and shouldn't I have it, by now?
Still sticking my foot in my mouth and giving my opinion when it isn't wanted. Why hasn't my foot gotten smaller in 30 years?
Still feeling the sting of rejection and of others' words and actions, even though it's nothing new. Shouldn't I see that coming after all this time?
Still trying to grow up, while I watch two babies run and laugh
and play together and learn and fall and get back up and ...grow up.
Maybe being a 30 year old kid isn't so
bad after all.