I am now a woman of a certain age, but I must admit, I don’t really know what that certain age is. I’m 57, feel closer to 47 and can’t wait to be 67. I love getting older, more specifically, I love maturing.
For some reason, folks have been confusing maturity with aging. Getting older doesn’t mean that one becomes more mature. When people speak of mature adults, they usually mean old; but this is not the true meaning.
To be mature means that you have reached an advanced stage of mental and emotional development. Maturity is defined as one who is stable, sensible, responsible, levelheaded, reliable and dependable.
By now you are thinking of all the grown folks you know who are just not grown.
Now, join me in turning this on yourself. Ouch. I can only speak for myself when I say that as hard as I have worked and as much growth that I have seen; there are still several key areas in my life that can use some maturity.
I’ll spare you the details, but I will tell you this; it’s time we evolve, grow and become all that we can truly be.
I don’t want to be a 67-year-old kid. I’d like to be a wise and mature 57-year old vessel of light.
Be you, be well, be evolving.
Bertice Berry, PhD.