19/10/2025
Do you ever feel like you’re still waiting to feel like a “grown-up”?
Like there’s a calmer, wiser, more grounded version of you that you’re meant to become… but you’re not quite there yet?
I look at others sometimes and think,
“They just seem so mature. So together. So sure of themselves.”
And then quietly wonder,
“When will I finally feel like that?”
But maybe maturity isn’t a destination.
Maybe it’s the awareness I already have while walking through the in-between.
When I catch myself judging, reflecting, apologising, or choosing differently than before - that is maturity.
When I feel frustration rise and still find my way back to presence - that is wisdom.
When I notice the part of me that wants to react, but decide to breathe instead - that is groundedness.
Maybe the only difference between me and those who seem fully embodied
is that they’ve learned to stay present with the wobble -
to hold the middle without rushing to fix it.
Maybe the calm I admire in others
is simply their nervous system having had more time to calibrate to that state of being.
And that’s where I am now - calibrating, integrating, becoming.
I used to think “being there” would feel like calm certainty.
But maybe it feels more like self-honesty.
Like knowing when I’ve lost your centre… and choosing to return to it.
Maybe we never actually “arrive.”
Maybe we just keep coming home to ourselves -
again and again - a little more honestly each time.
And perhaps that truth -
the coming home, the honesty, the softness of return -
is what radiates the calm, grounded presence I recognise as maturity.