Because I, like Peter Pan, love adventure.

I have suffered from Peter Pan syndrome most of my life.  I've been terrified of growing up because I, like Peter Pan, love adventure.

I was wrought with tears in the months preceding high school graduation.  I thought I was abandoning my childhood, forced to become an adult, and clueless about my future.  Five years later I am a college graduate.  I am still every bit as clueless about my future, perhaps even more so.  But now I'm okay with that because growing up is an adventure and I, like Peter Pan, love adventure.

I'm excited to have my own insurance, to do house repairs, and to juggle various responsibilities. Medical bills? Bring it on.  IRS audits? Foreclosure? Bite me. Sometimes life will kick my butt, but I always come out a winner. So take THAT you surprise car problems, you stubborn grass stains, and you procrastination! I AM SPARTA! You may spit in my eye but I'll take hold of you the same way I snatch up my little cousin, hold him by his feet, upside-down, suspended over the pool and liable to let go at any moment. You will not win.

Here's to growing up and growing old, Peter Pan.  Here's to closed windows and pirates, to mermaids and poison. Here's to the subtle love story amid the miracle of flight and to the teddy bear and the umbrella. Here's to adventure, Peter Pan, and to all the stories with it.