Growing up is quite fabulous, really. You start to become okay with just listing broad (boring) interests when filling out profiles - no one needs to know about your love for tree-climbing, or painting yourself with watercolours until they’re close enough to experience it & love you for it. You grow content with, and even enjoy, the fact that there is much more to the “galaxy” within you than you thought, or than you have to show at one time. It’s quite a relief that you no longer have to try so hard, you just accept that your “Pluto” is not really a planet, and that people accept it and appreciate it anyway. Some of your stars grow dimmer, and some spark. Some constellations change, some stay the same. Whatever it is, you’re still figuring it out, and that’s okay. You can bury moons & asteroids in the far corners and smile at the fact that no one might ever find them. Your planets learn their orbit which all forms around what you place in the center - what is your sun? You get to watch things transpire & grow and know that you take responsibility for this magnificent thing given unto you, called life. Also, you learn that you learn as you go, no matter what you’ve gone through in preparation. It’s the most marvelous adventure upon which you will ever embark.