Being grown up requires shit, strength and sass

Grown up. How often do our parents ask us to grow up? Be mature. Start behaving our age. We feel indignant. We are behaving our age, this is what I am supposed to be at 15 or 16 or 18. Let me live.

And you live. Till one day you find that life catches up with you and you realize that you have grown up. Actually. And oh man that is such a weird realization. Suddenly you want to go back. Reach 14, hit 16, and swing all the way into 18 and re enact your 21^st birthday…All over again.

But you’re grown up now. What to do? What’s been drilled into our heads since we were probably 5 has finally come to pass. You start behaving mature, you file your tax returns (and that to me is the ultimate in grown up world), you start worrying what you will put on your Facebook status will be read and judged by people, you worry about money (which you earn hence is even more precious) and you worry about the super ultimate “Where is my life headed?”

But somebody has to be grown up. To my mind it’s like puberty, it’s going to hit you sooner or later. Too soon and you’ll feel weird; too late and you’ll feel like you’re irresponsible. Either ways, it’s going to hit you.

Doesn't have to be doomsday, though it sounds like that the way I've written it. It’s just hit me and I've been at times fighting tooth and nail to resist it or embracing it like the Chipko movement.

The trick – None that I can think of, except that you make it up as you go along. Sort of like writing your own story, you edit your own parts, add your own drama, polish up the words and do a little bit of calligraphy. And you get to choose your very own paper. I would choose a purple colored one.

What does this post mean? I don’t know. It’s a cross between The Sunscreen Song and Finding Never land. 

I think.

Hi my name is Rucha and I’m trying to write. All over again.

P.S. - I wrote this last year when I was young and 23.  Now I'm wiser and 24 :)