Growing Up

The rose-tinted glasses of childhood don’t last forever.

There comes a point in our lives when we have to grow up and leave infantile ideologies behind. As per the ever-popular Biblical quote from 1 Corinthians 13:11,

‘When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.’

I always thought I understood this passage, but every time I feel that I’ve fully explored what it means, I discover a new interpretation, one that relates to a different aspect of it and speaks to whatever is the prominent feature in my life at that moment.

Case in point: sometimes friendships we treasured and valued in childhood, no longer serve us in adulthood. As our time on Earth is finite, it’s important to look forward. Something – or someone – that may have felt integral to our existence during one chapter of our lives sometimes doesn’t make it into the next chapter. In situations like this, we have to look back on the memories fondly and appreciate them for what they were at the time, and simultaneously look forward with hope and optimism. The older I get, the less afraid I am to close the door to situations that don’t serve me. It’s part of life.

On a different note, one of my closest friends celebrated her birthday this past weekend, and at the same time, we toasted to over 20 years (and counting!) of our friendship. I hope the rose-tinted glasses of our bond (though slightly old and tarnished through life experience) never wear out.




The Perils of Procrastination

I can be a bit of a procrastinator. I’m known for it. I haven’t yet figured out whether it is due to fear of failure – of not doing as well as I want to, of things not going according to plan – or whether it is just general laziness. Perhaps knowing why I do it will help me to treat the cause rather than the effect. Perhaps it has no bearing. Either way, the fact is that I do it. I think it’s my worst habit. I feel that it holds me back from achieving the things I want to achieve, from being where I want to be. Yet, I can’t seem to break the hold procrastination has over me.

Things always get done eventually, but my issue is, if I started tasks sooner, I’d have more time either to perfect them or to get onto other things. I could be so much more productive.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush of doing things close to their due date, the time pressure adding to the incentive of getting things done at the last minute, the game of racing against the clock… maybe that’s the source of my perennial postponement.

Whatever the cause, I know I could do better, if only I would just get started – but, maybe I’ll leave that until tomorrow…