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Peter Pan didn't quite have the right idea...

Peter Pan was into the whole bit of not wanting to ever grow up. I feel the opposite - I want to grow up. There are those who would say I have grown up....a long, long time ago. But really when are we finished growing up? Is there a specific age? I remember desperately wanting to grow up when I was a kid because there were so many things I was told I couldn't do until I grew up! Naming just a few -staying up as late as my big sister, watching certain shows on TV or the movies, going to the store around the corner by myself. Then as a teen there were more stuff I couldn't do until I grew up. First there was dating, then when I was a bit older it became being alone in my parents' home or my boyfriends' home without a parent present (hah, like any of us listened to that!). Then came being old enough to leave home for college, then to marry, to have children.

So I guess I was finally grown up when I had my children. But really I didn't feel so grown up. And I didn't want to be viewed as being all grown up. Oh, sure I had real responsibilities and I had to grapple with new and more vital issues - the kind us grownups have to do.  But deep, deep down, I was definitely not feeling all grown up. And even as my children have grown and have their own adult lives and I have grand-children I swear I am not finished growing up. It's so much better to view all of life as a process of growing up. Growing old is just too damn depressing a concept. And I personally don't think it does any of us any good to view life that way. Growing old feels like a downward spiral and who wants to see life as ever diminishing.

Let's just keep growing up - learning new stuff, facing new challenges, having new dreams, making new plans. After all whether we're 1, 21, 61, etc. we all have only the moment we are actually in. We can use it as we choose, see it any way we want to see it.

I feel like I did some growing up writing this blog.

And now for a plug -
 Because I do have new plans, new dreams and I'm facing new challenges I hope readers of my blogs will visit me at my website: and check out my novels most of which can be found on And I have some never before U.S. releases of my mysteries at  Elise Title on kindle ebooks on Amazon. I hope you'll give one or more of them a read.


  1. Very good stuff, as always, girlfriend! Can I get the kindle books without a kindle, like read them on my computer? I feel like that will be another step in my growing upper.....xoxo


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