Emotional maturity is a milestone only reached way past your teenage years. When you are in your 20’s you firmly believe that you are mature and only when you reach your 30’s and you look back on the years, you realize how wrong you were. You wake up one morning and feel that you don’t want to have tea to please anyone and that having your overdose of coffee is perfectly fine.
You realize that no matter how good a friend is, they’re undoubtedly going to hurt you every once in a
while and, you must forgive them for that. Sadly you also realize that some people are as fake as Barbie and that even though they shower you with “oh I care” , they don’t. They pretend to be understanding and have words of motivation and comfort, but they never actually help you.
You realize that love is something that two people cannot fake, and true love continues to grow. You look at your soul mate and know that you could not possibly live without him, and you cherish the moment where he told you that he cannot possibly live without you.
Suddenly you are aware of the types of food that you don’t actually like and you say no to them without any guilt. My husband and I always struggle to say no to people and we have came to the point where we do…sadly some take it personally, but we don’t care. We are past the point of being accommodating. I know it sounds terrible, but it’s nice to sometimes simply be lazy and alone at home, and not surrounded by people.
It takes time to become the person you want to be. Your happiness is only defined by your attitude. You realize that responsibility for your actions is unavoidable. You cherish your loved ones and always leave them with loving words. You also realize that blood is what makes a relative but a relationship is what makes family.
It might take you a while, but certainty sets in that money might be what makes the world go round, but that people with lots of it can still be unhappy.
You feel comfortable voicing your opinion and no longer get entangled in a web of peer pressure. You get angry and sad, cry, get mood swings and laugh at stupid things and you no longer feel the need to pin an explanation to any of these emotions…it’s simply how you feel at the time.
You are suddenly thankful for experiences that have shaped and moulded you no matter how good or bad they were. You don’t want to change who you are and know that it is impossible to change other people.
It’s a very satisfying feeling being comfortable in your own skin! Maybe I’ll look back at this feeling of “maturity” in ten years and realize I was still very juvenile at heart, but for now, I’ll enjoy it 🙂