“You need to be doing fewer things for effect instead of doing more things with side effects” Gary Keller

As a child growing up, I loved watching Peter Pan. I especially loved his adventures with Captain Hook. In comparison to him, however, I wanted to be a grown-up. Coming from a strict family, being grown-up meant that I could do things as simple as having lunch with my friends at a restaurant or even come home after 7 pm.

I know it sounds hilarious because these are the things that most teens do growing up but you see, I was not most teens. I went to strict boarding schools and during the holidays, a social event for me was meeting, sorry ‘bumping’ into some friends at church and spending the rest of the days with family. 

I was not allowed a phone until I was eighteen. So you see, being a grown up to me meant that you could have your own mobile phone and meet your friends outside of church. It meant that I could finally connect with everyone on social media without begging the odd relative to use their phones. I could finally take a selfie-and just gawk at myself! These to me were all valid reasons for rushing to get to adulthood.

As an adult, in their late twenties, I now relate to Peter Pan’s fear of growing up! Sometimes I wish I could go back, even just for a minute, to tell ‘mini’ me to enjoy the journey, but how do you tune out the noise, in a world that keeps on racing?

It’s like a never-ending marathon. Nothing is ever enough! I thought that I would have all the answers at eighteen, with just my smartphone and Facebook. 

I felt invincible then and sometimes I smile at how disillusioned I was by the world then. However, the thing is, the older you get, the more ‘things’ you accumulate and the noise just gets louder. I want to say that I have finally figured it all out but I would hate to disappoint you.

For now, I just need a break please. 

I know this sounds like a rant but it is just pointing out the importance of slowing down. 

So for now, I am going to make myself a nice cup of tea and read my book. We shall figure out that next chapter on adulting tomorrow.

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