Part of me thought the term ‘growing pains’ was bullshit – good TV show though. Part of being an adult is being able to suspend your thinking and change your mind, and I have changed mine.
It all started around the age of eight or nine when my calf muscles ached something fierce at nighttime, and my Granny Ben would rub Absorbine Jr. on it. I was in the 40% of children that physically felt their growing pains. In my bodily defense, I took full advantage of my physical superiority probably more so than most little girls that played with Barbies all day. Not me, I climbed trees with my boy cousins, ran faster than them, and rode my bike faster than the wind. Too bad my parents bought me a girlie bike with a banana seat because what I really wanted was a rugged BMX with pegs.
Circa 1988ish – the pinnacle of divorce – I was struck with the emotional growing pains of…you guessed it…divorce. I sure wish they made an Absorbine Jr. for that! Those growing pains were brutal.
When the nineties hit it yet another type of growing pain – physiological ones. It was an awkward time that I prefer not to delve into again because it fits in like a pair of MC Hammer pants.
College was a time for experimenting of all genres and with this expanded my pant size. The ego expanded and deflated as appropriate. Often times reckless abandon for organized anything was merely a gateway to debauchery, and throwing caution to the wind defied everything we learned from our parents. Didn’t you want them to be so dead wrong (your parents)? I know I did and this rebellion was a growing pain that was the hardest to realize, but thankfully I eventually did, fixed my credit, and had enough failures to write a book.
Career growth, what can I say about that? Sometimes you work for ten years to get what the intern that ‘knows’ the president of the company gets in less than a year going from intern to Director, but she hasn’t yet learned what you did in college (not to fall victim to compromising positions). I’m just saying…she didn’t get there from paying her dues… like you, but then again maybe you’ll wise up and realize you’re now in debt with your soul. Sometimes you soar, but most of the times what you dream of doing isn’t what pays the bills and growing to be okay with that is a big miserable lesson to learn. This usually makes you fall victim to lottery tickets and a reintroduction to your college friend, alcohol. I’d take the muscle aches of growing pains any day over this because at least you’re inflicted and unaffected. If you’re not a pessimist by this point of growth in life you will be, and if you aren’t we’ll who the hell do you think you are (steer clear of the rest of us)?!
I struggled greatly to break away from what was hammered into my head called religion in spirituality’s clothing, and I formed my own private spirituality to which contributes to my happiness. I’ve learned not to talk about it with my mother, and since she’s my superfan on this I will skip this too (along with the political section). Love you mom.
Learning to not argue at impasses was a hard growing pain to get through, but it sure does make life less acrimonious.
Growing pains happen at every beat until your very last one, so you might as well grab the boots and wade through the bullshit.