This line is so not true.
Big girls DO cry. And cry a lot we do.
The difference is, we know what to cry about, and when to stop. We know how to pick ourselves up after we’ve wiped the tears away.
That’s how I knew I was all grown up. I realized I was responsible for my life, and that I had to make my own decisions and not have others make them for me. This was hard to grasp since I was the baby of the family.
I started working and studying, paying for my own through university, and it was tough. I cried through nights when my family was asleep, and I was dead tired but I had to submit my assignments the next day, and go to work early in the morning. I cried when things I were hoping to happen in both career and relationships didn’t, and I had to say goodbye to things that were familiar and move on.
As soon as I cry it all out, however, and feel that the heaviness has been somewhat lifted from my heart, then I gather the remaining courage I have and press on. I move forward, even with the dried tracks of tears on my cheeks, because tomorrow, I’ll be stronger and wiser. Yes, tomorrow will be better.
P.S. This post was inspired by an old writing prompt “All grown up“. How about you? When did you first feel that you’re a grown up?