Thoughts on growing up

This weekend I did some long needed laundry and while I was folding my fresh-from-the-dryer clothes, I decided to put on my new pair of high heels (warm brown stilettos, about 3.5 inches tall. I love them). And that was how I spent my evening- folding laundry in my high heels with Alice in Wonderland playing in the background.
This got me thinking about my life- naturally.

I'm growing up. Despite my best efforts to ask time to please slow down, despite my patient emails and letters sent to time and even my fits when I become so furious with time that I throw my hands up in exasperation, and curse the very name- time simply ignores me and continues its merciless march forward, never pausing for breath.
I'm growing up.

I'm growing up quickly. I make my own money, do my own laundry, cook my own food, pay my own bills, and make my own choices about the future I want to have.

I may be growing up, but this weekend while I was putting my laundry away, I was still playing dress up. Sure, the heels and make-up are my own now, but I still walk around in my pajamas, wearing high-heels while watching animated movies. I still fall asleep to my childhood lull-a-bye VHS after a bad day; I still snuggle Chickie when I can't sleep; I still dance like a goofball and I still walk into things and fall down a lot.

I'm growing up, but in many ways, I'm not.
I hope that some of those things never change. I hope that I continue to grow into adulthood, but do so while maintaining some of my child-like qualities.

I hope I never stop playing dress up.