I was checking Facebook this morning and saw a Taylor Swift song quoted by one of my daughter’s friends. The lyrics clutched at my heart as I thought about the passages in life. The words of the song are spot on when you imagine the journey of transitioning from your childhood bedroom (with some nasty college dorms and apartments in-between) to moving out on your own. They come from a place that they tell you to “write from”, the heart.
”Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room, memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home, remember the footsteps, remember the words said & all your little brother’s favorite songs…here I am in my new apt, in a big city they just dropped me off, it’s so much colder than I thought it would be so I tuck myself in & turn my night light on. I wish I’d never grown up, I don’t wanna grow up…”♥ T Swift
But I have to disagree with you, Ms. Swift. Yes you do. Yes you do wanna grow up. That daddy you waited for to get home from work is counting on it. Your stinky little brother counts every brave and successful venture you make into the world as proof that he can jump out of the nest and make it too. Your forward momentum is the impetus for the whole world to continue its itchy rash of push and pull. The tension and expectant power of revelations will be the stuff of your art. It will forge your spiritual strength and make you appreciate sacrifice, love, and relationships. It will be alright.