Hello and good morning. I am so excited and honored to be here. I’m new, and usually new members give some background of their humanist journeys or how they found the Society. In lieu of that, I decided that I would share a story:
I found out an inconvenient truth- the truth about Santa Claus- at the tender age of seven. I was putting away groceries and was appalled to discover the same wrapping paper from Santa’s gifts was tucked away in the trunk of my grandma’s car. My mom and gram sat me down and told me the truth about Santa. I was enraged that they didn’t wait another couple of years to tell me and just had to spoil it.
Point is, as a kid, I wanted nothing more than to be the next Peter Pan. But now that I’ve been growing up little by little myself, I’ve learned that some things actually do get better with age- including people. Including me. I think that growing up is actually something to be revered, NOT detested or a thing to try to avoid. I’d rather be grown up and better in touch with reality- That way, I can better appreciate our world- our Universe- for what it is. What can be better than gazing up at the stars with the knowledge that you are made of star stuff?