wishing well

I spent one of my Friday nights sitting on the living room floor making floral crowns to bring to life a flower child I had dreamt up in one of my many daydreams. The next morning I chose to shoot rather than write my psychology report and that night, I chose the stay home and review through the hundreds of photos I had  taken rather than spend my night on a crammed dance floor with my peers. 

Either I'm growing up too fast and skipping my wild, young adult life or I'm not growing up at all and living my life with the imaginative mindset of a child. I'd like to think I'm the latter. I don't ever want to grow up.