I believe age is just a number, that it's all in how you feel, but as I enter the last year of my twenties, I can't help but realize this isn't where I imagined I'd be. I vow to use this next year to take chances, try the things I've hesitated to before and ultimately accept the life I've achieved as I hit the big 3-0, knowing I haven't held back. Wanna come? Let's see what the next 365 brings...
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Day 122: Banished to the closet.
How old is too old to have your stuffed animals out for the world to see? I've never been big into stuffed creatures, but I'm definitely a girly girl who enjoys the cutesy and sweet. Therefore, I have my fair share of cartoon dogs, puffy penguins, the occasional bear and I can't forget the Eeyores. What can I say? He was my FAVORITE as a kid and I can't bear to part with them, not to mention every time I see one I have to fight the urge to snatch it up.
BUT, I'm 29. I have by far passed into the age of adulthood. I entertain other adults in my apartment and I feel like the Eeyore lounging on my loveseat is a bit much. And, now there's a boy involved? The first time he came to my apartment I made a last minute mad dash to rid my apartment of all things kiddie cute! Into the closet went the Eeyores, the Winnie-the-Pooh throw blanket, the watermelon angel doll, the purple stuffed teddy bear and pair of stuffed sheep! In my defense, these are all things I've had for years, bits of my childhood and growing up that I've carried with me through my moves.
Am I wrong in keeping these bits of home and comfort around me? And where do you draw the line of "like me for me...eeyores and all" or "seriously Lindsey, grow up. You're too old for cartoons!" While I don't want to change for anyone, I think there's a point where change is good. Sorry Eeyore.
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