Most recent moleskin page. This is me as a grandma. I'm obviously super fierce. And I'm have tea with frogs. Because, well, duh, I'm the best.
(water colour, pen & ink)
It's not that I'm scared to grow up. But, um, yeah, I kind of am. Not necessarily physically growing up - I'm all for silver streaks and saggy boobs! (Okay, maybe not...) But mentally growing up. There's something so beautiful about being young: feeling that the world is yours, feeling young and free and alive.
I'm scared that I'll grow up and mold into the society around me. I'm scared that I'll settle down for mediocrity. I'm scared that I'll fall into routine because that's "responsible." I'm scared I'm going to stop being a dreamer; I'm scared I'm going to become a realist. I'm scared that I'll stop seeing the beauty in little things.
I'm scared I'm going to be like a lot of adults I know.
Can I just have a squeal fest right here already? I don't wannna groww upppp!
What are your fears?