Recent events have made me wonder about maturity, mainly mine. It's been hard because I know I am not perfect. I still pout, cry, and cross my arms when I get mad. I still forget to close the doors all the way, and the water still drips when Im done using the sink. If I am not working out, it's hard to get me to do anything on my day off. Any of my coworkers can tell you that I am easily distracted -(oh, a squirrel.) I don't drive,and yes I still like a good Disney movie every now and then.
But, I have never used my shortcomings as an excuse to at be late to work, or to not produce. I think it's like what my choir teacher in high school said, we all have a mature side, and immature side.
Maybe instead of wondering who's mature , and who is immature, it's more important to find people who enjoy being with us for who we are- no matter what side we're showing.
After all, no matter what we're all worthy of being loved.
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