This is a juvenile seagull. See his red mouth? He is standing in a classic “feed me!” pose. He looks a little helpless and lost to me…and adorable. I love to watch the baby/juvenile birds. Their antics humor me.
I’ve been thinking a lot about growing up lately. I’ve been thinking about how many adults I see who never grow up. I’ve been wondering what it really means to to grow up. What does a mature, grown up adult look/act like?
I feel a little out of sorts this morning–some underlying frustration, disappointment, etc. My tendency during such times is to shut down and be a tad snippy. I’m really good at it! It might look a little like an angry, withdrawn teenager. Leave me alone and stay out of my way! That might be OK if I were 15, but I’m 49! So I have a choice today: stay in sullen teenager mode or step into mature adult mode. One is familiar and habitual. The other is a bit awkward and not as ego satisfying. In the long run I know that being a mature adult will serve me and the world better. It is the choice of integrity.
