All those younger years I looked forward to the day when I would be "grown up". We were all small when we were young and we always looked up to the older folks. We anticipated the future when we would be "grown-up"and be able to do the things we wanted to do without anybody else's approval. We went to school and studied and eventually got jobs where we learned more duties, all part of "growing up".
I did my part, I studied, I worked, I tried to fit the part of a grown up. The years flew by and here I sit in front of my computer looking back. I grew up. But somewhere along the line, things changed and I started growing down. For some inexplicable reason, my stature has diminished – my spine has compressed, and I'm shorter than I was. I have grown down instead of up. I don't know how to act as a grown-down. All my life I wanted to be a grown-up and worked hard to become one. Now that I'm a grown-down, I'm not sure how to act or what to do.
I'm pretty sure that a grown-down walks a little slower, and keeps his eye on the ground in front of him. He walks a little more stoop-shouldered but has a pretty good idea of where he's going. A grown-down doesn't have to put on airs. He's satisfied with who he is and what he has done. He has thought through his philosophy of life and knows what he knows and you can't change his mind. Clothes hang a little different on his grown-down body, but he's not as worried about his appearance as he was when he was younger. He doesn't have to impress people any longer.
I tried to find some books and reference materials about grown-downs, but there isn't much out there. I think the grown-downs have figured it out and don't want to share the answers. They just want to be left alone to live comfortably now that they've reached this point in their lives. I know I'm more content with what I've got, and I'm quite comfortable looking back over the memories I've created during my lifetime. I think most grown downs have a tendency to look back about as much as they look forward. Pleasant memories that reside in your brain are like a good book that you can come back to and reread any time you wish – complete with sounds and picture.
My daughter tells me that I'm really not a grown-down. I'm more of a worn-down. Perhaps she's right. I've had a lot of my rough edges smoothed over, and I'm not as frisky as I used to be. I don't take as many chances as I did once, and I don't recover quite as quickly as I did when I was younger. My mind still seems to be pretty sharp, but parts of my body have retired before some of the others. My mind tells me to do something, but my body says "no way". So I suppose I'm more of a worn-down-grown-down, which is still perhaps a bit better than being an up-and-coming grown-up. So all of you grown downs out there, just sit back and relax and go with the flow. There is no hurry and there is nowhere you have to go – just be.