Growing Up…Out Growing…Growing Out
The more I learn, the more I learn how little I know. — Socrates
The more you know, the less you understand. — Lao-Tse
The more you learn, the more you know. The more you know, the more you forget. The more you forget, the less you know. So why bother to learn? — George Bernard Shaw
Not liking the thoughts of growing old, I decided to grow up. Such a wonderful and challenging attempt–Not! See above quotes. In truth, it has been fun for the most part. I left behind some pretty flaky stuff…not as in, oh that flake was pretty. As in, boy is that some weird crap or what? I released many FOO sayings/actions/etc.. this stupid stuff I’ve been carrying around. “Laugh before noon, cry in the afternoon.” Ok, I’m supposed to suppress cackles and belly laughs so the sky won’t fall? “It’s the thought that counts…” Maybe, but I don’t want another damn sweater for my birthday. I want a pair of thigh high boots and a see through blouse. I’m sure my dust rabbits will appreciate the sight…I do not plan on venturing outside in that garb..and I am a master at ignoring doorbells. *sigh* I wish I was as good at ignoring walking dumb bells…aka human beings who annoy me to no end. no end. no end. no end.
One I do follow in a small way is, “Always wear clean underwear if you are going out in case you have an accident.” So…clean bloomers, panti-hose and pearls, shaved legs just so I’d look better in the ER if I did have one? At least I no longer do it when I’m taking out the garbage…
Out Growing. Lots of things. I’ll always be a PITA, but there are things I do need to understand that I’ve emotionally out grown and trashed the garbage that once worked for me re path of healing. What helped years or even months ago have lost some of their power…set-in-stone-actions or inactions. The new ones are under development. Being an old fool, I am being very picky about these new ones. Dragging my feet? Yes, along with dragging my butt. I do not go quietly into that good night. Daytime, maybe.
Growing Out. Yeah, the body does, dammit. Way Out. Far Out.
Growing Out can also be reaching out; for others when they are hurting and need comfort. For me, reach out and take the hand and heart that is offering comfort. Sometimes I do not see any difference. Most of us are reaching out already. It’s a wonder we don’t end up like kids hooked together on a field trip. Ya know, one of those ropes (?) they use so no one gets lost? We show stoicism, bravado, and machismo. In reality, we might be hemorrhaging self love, empowerment we developed, plain and simple confidence. Hand holding is nice, I think.
Growth is an act of rebellion. An act of courage. An act in belief there is something breathtakingly beautiful in life.
A L’oreal moment…We Are Worth It.