Childhood is an attitude

The week was tiring…and there’s gonna be more of these in my new job. I’m scared…and excited.

In the previous week, though, I learned that I’m starting to love some of the people I work with (but not in a weird way…that would feel like incest). We have such great synergy, we share the same humor, energy, passion, even music. I may be older than most of them, but I guess that’s the perk of being a kid deep inside, I get to enjoy things people my age would be mortified/embarrassed doing. It’s these little things (these long hours of crazy talks, the sudden impulse to do random foolishness) that helped me get through the insanity of my personal life.

Someone may have recently told me:

try (to be more mature). you’re already 31.

Ok, sure, I need to act like the matured woman that I’m supposed to be. But if I have to choose between acting like your usual thirty-something (organized, cautious, serious…stiff…jaded) and acting like a kid (crazy, impulsive, hyper, moody, energetic), I’d rather be the latter. I’d rather be a kid who may or may not know what she’s doing, but unafraid to follow her instincts, to go after what she wants, to jump into the great unknown without even stopping to think.

And I’m thanking some of the people in the office who were able to revive my wide-eyed wonder, rekindle my inner passions, give me (further) drive to follow my dreams, and resurrect me from the grave I’ve been resting in for quite some time now.

Sure, I may have a Peter Pan (or Tinker Bell!) complex. And it’s baaad. But I love living in Never Land. This is where I really belong.

(Oh, and it does help that I look waaaay younger than my age. Strangers/people who I just met ALWAYS mistake me for a 24-26 year-old woman. Ain’t that neat? ^_^)