There are days when I just want to crawl under the bed and, no, that’s not correct. Why get OUT of bed when bed is perfectly suitable to curling up into a ball and hiding from the world. It’s not that the world is scary. It’s more I wonder, how did I get to be an adult, so soon? (I’ll be 47 on my next birthday). I feel like this little kid in the picture here. Young, full of creativity, day packed with adventures I have yet to discover. But bills, and responsibilities, and homeownership, and taking trash out, and doctors, and pets, and To Do lists, and am I getting enough exercise or sunshine, and grocery shopping and, my pillow needs to be fluffed up [head sinks down under the covers]. How do we keep adulting day after day?
We don’t. Whenever I start to feel like this, I dig into my toy box. It’s full of things I LOVE to do, my paints, my knitting, my crafts, my tools even, or some times it’s taking care of my pets, or coming up with a really wacky reason to get my friends together (yes, that next birthday will be a Mad Hatter’s tea party, costumes encouraged, hats required). Adding play, fun social activities, creativity, these all re-connect us to those brilliant inner kids. .
Funny thing, some of my best ideas come in those moments. Coincidence? Probably not.
Have a wonderful, unexpected, marvelously adventurous day!