Growing up

I’ve been thinking about the way we grow up—not in age, but in essence.

There’s a difference.

When we’re young, we think growing up is about reaching milestones. Turning 21. Landing the job. Getting married. Buying the house. The external markers are easy to measure, and for a while, they feel like proof of progress.

But real "growing up" is different. It’s quieter. Slower. It’s not something you accomplish; it’s something you become.

I remember the moment I realized I was stepping into it. Not because of something grand, but because of something so small it almost went unnoticed: the way my priorities shifted.

What once felt urgent no longer did.

What once seemed far away—the idea of a family, a future, a steady rhythm—felt like it was already here, asking to be cared for.

I used to think the world revolved around what I could build or achieve. But now, I see it differently. It’s not about what I can take from life. It’s about what I can give to it.

That’s the real work of growing up. You stop chasing what the world tells you to want, and you start creating the life that feels true. Not flashy or impressive—just true.

It’s a strange feeling to become our own person. Not the person others expect us to be, or the person we think we should be, but the person we are when the noise quiets and the dust settles.

For the first time, I don’t feel like I’m waiting for life to start. It’s already here, taking shape in the choices I make, in the love I give, in the life Angelina and I are building together.

It’s not perfect, but it’s ours.

And that’s enough. More than enough.

If you’re standing at a crossroads, wondering what’s next, maybe it’s not about the next milestone.

Maybe it’s about asking yourself a different question: What kind of life are you quietly creating, without even realizing it? And is it the one you truly want?

But, there’s no rush to answer.

Life will wait until we're ready.

Take care,
Cam