When I was little, I thought of being big. When I was little, I thought of my grown-up life and couldn’t wait to get there. Now that I’m big, I wish I’d spent more time just being little. It’s never too late, though. These days I do enjoy just being me, however old or young I may be. It’s just a little ironic that some of us have to develop cellulite and wrinkles to finally appreciate the joy of just living, but there it is. To read more of what I think about the search for maturity, check out “When Will I (finally) Grow Up?” under Miscellaneous Musings. You don’t always have to wear your big girl shoes.