I think that if you do life right you spend your first 25 years accumulating layers, the next 25 peeling those layers away, and the last however many years you live just letting it all hang out.
This is an oversimplification, but I do think the central idea is true: maturity is all about delayering.
Maybe another way of putting it is this: I think we equate maturity with more…more patience, more kindness, more joy, more love.
But I would argue maturity is about less busyness, less attatchment to things, less clutter (physically and spiritually).
The delayering for me began with marriage (in my humble opinion it has to start here, if it hasn’t already, or you are in for a short marriage). Then it became vocational. Then it started to affect the way i dress, which is pretty superficial…
…but I can feel it getting deeper and deeper. Soul delayering. I know that I am in the middle of a moment of significance in my story but I can’t put my finger on what that means quite yet. I do know that it feels like getting rid of layers. That I am identifying less and less with external sub-cultures and other markers, and more and more with inner convictions.