There are so many amazing things that we forget about in our transitions from childhood to adulthood.
How much fun it can be to pop bubbles. Endless questions that can never be answered. The joy of finding the perfect rock to skip. The anticipation of crisp cool water on a hot summer day.
They’re generally things we never even think about as adults, but once in a while something magical happens and we’re transported back to that wild and innocent time.
For me it was running. I know, I know, running should only happen if you’re being chased, but I decided to try it. I didn’t run just to get from one place to another.
I ran as fast and hard as I could. I ran until the wind whipped my cheeks and I thought I might take off and fly. Instantly I remembered running just that fast. Not for any reason, but to run, to test the limits of my body, and maybe with a deep down belief that I really could fly.
But my adventure today ended up in a not so graceful face plant. Yet even that reminded me of how easily I bounced back as a child.
I skinned my knees almost every day.
I fell out of trees.
I slid down piles of rocks.
So often now, I hesitate to engage in things that I might want to try. Not because I don’t want to do it, but because I’m not sure if I should.
Will people judge me for it? If I jump on a trampoline, or cannonball into a pool, will they be horrified? There’s the pressure of not wanting to fail. If I don’t try then I can’t fail. I don’t remember ever feeling that way as a child.
Perhaps some of that impulsive nature and will to conquer is what I need to let back into my life. Maybe it’s something that we all need back into our lives.
Is there anything that the child inside of you wishes you were brave enough to try?
Love,
Sammy
Single Wide Female (SWF)
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