On Maturity
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.
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