Am I Grown Up?

I am going to be starting as an account manager at a company on Monday.

I’m signed up to go to a conference on economics and education in June.

I’m about to move into my first apartment.

I get excited about talking about religion and theology.

I’m making the most permanent move of my life on Saturday.

All of these things make me feel like maybe I’m “grown up.” Where is the threshold? When do you pass the point when you start saying “when I was a kid” instead of “when I grow up”?

In some ways I feel like I’ve passed this, in other ways, I feel like I’m a twelve-year-old kid.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t care which category I fit into. I’ll do whatever feels to fit better in the situation I’m in.

This evening, I had some deep theological conversations with some of my best friends, now they’re staying the night at my house.

The first part of that seems to be in the adult category, the second seems to fit in the child category. Sleepover? Isn’t that a middle school thing?

Who cares? It provides even more time for great conversation and it’s often just the most convenient thing to do.

I’m grown up, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still a kid.