I think I'm growing up.

I have lately felt the need to de-clutter my room. I am sick of it looking the way it does, even when it's clean. I bought these hanging closet organizers and I re-did that, and now I'm moving on to the rest of my room, hanging pictures and getting rid of crap, putting things away that don't need to be displayed anymore. Yesterday I was in Wal-Mart and I saw a really cute little chair and I mention to my mother that I liked it and thought it would be cute in my room. Earlier that day I told her how I would like my own desk in the office to do my art work on so that I can have one room to do that in and keep it out of my room. She said to me, "I think you're ready to move out." Very seriously and very proudly. I think it's the first time she's ever felt it's true. And although it is very nice to hear and makes me feel mature and grown up, it still makes me sad because most of me never wants to grow old and move forward. I enjoy my youth and I know that every passing day is carrying me further away from it. Someday I'll be sitting, rocking my grandbaby and I will wonder where the years went. And I couldn't beg enough to keep that day away. I'll appreciate it when it arrives and I know I'll look down at that beautiful life and think to myself that there is no where else I'd rather be, but for the time being, I would rather reverse time then advance.