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Just Grow Up Already!

When is the time to reinvent yourself, once you have been known for something before or in early adulthood?  For instance, if you were given a nickname during infancy, and it's carried on throughout most of your life; when is it time to say, "Okay that's it I'm done...call me Tina Thomas not TT!  What about when you are known for dressing a certain way, or enjoying a certain color? At what point do you stop collecting collectibles?  Is it different if you are an entertainer?  When does it go from cute to obsessive?

Normally, when people like to collect items or dress a certain way, they end up on shows like Clean House or How Do I Look?  However, I do realize that there are some that have an underlying issue as well.  Nonetheless, is it for others to care about?  My mom has a doll collection that started way before me, and I'm always trying to find ways to secretly sell/donate them.  However, they do not impede her life in any way.  Also, I too have phases of collecting certain things, which I refuse to part with some...like two storage bins.  One is filled with magazines I collected while studying fashion, and the other is filled with CD cases (an awesome art project, I have yet to work on).  All of which I have toted across the world with me.  I don't think I have any underlying issues, or a mistaken identity...I'm just a major procrastinator :)

For the most part, I think a lot of people reinvent themselves, once they leave home.  Unfortunately, some people shed so much of who they are/were, that they become unrecognizable.  Also, did you know that there are over 6 billion people in the world?!  Therefore, I think that it's okay to maintain the quirkiness that makes you unique.  Whether you change your name five times a year, or play dress up, I think that once it all ends so will the fun.  For anyone that cannot relate to this, I would like to suggest that you find something you once enjoyed doing, or just do something out of the ordinary.  After all, there's nothing wrong with being a kid again, once in a while.


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