Mature or not mature

As I sit in my desk, taking a 15 minute break from thoroughly searching through a general ledger for problems, I realize I must be maturing. It sort of scares me honestly because I refuse to be one of those old timers that does not know a good time even if it slaps them in the face. I wonder if this job is going to turn me into a workaholic, grinding for that money, just so I can save this company a few thousand dollars a year. I refuse to be that too. As I look around my group of friends, older or younger, I sometimes wonder if I jumped into this position too early. There is so much out there that my mind wants to know and becoming trapped in a position where a company cannot run without me is simply scary. What if an opportunity arises to get away from Columbia for a few months? No longer can I jump in head first, mind wide open, ready to see what Earth has to offer. However, sadly enough, you simply cannot have the best time of your life traveling without some cash. I'll be the first to say I hate money. I spend it on everybody and rarely for myself. So I get off when I see other people benefit from my labor. Heh, hate it or leave it. Being mature in actions is one thing, but to become mature through mind and soul is something else. I want my soul to keep its child behavior. I want to enjoy Spongebob and the Madgascar Penguins even if I'm 60. For now, I'll just say that I'm a different person here in this office. I am Mr. Perez, Office Manager, ruler of the money and employees. RAWR! But once I step foot in my home, prepare for a goofy grin, a little jig, and inquiring about where the Bud Light Lime is at. ~peace~