Today I took the opportunity to engage in my inner child. I love just spending time outdoors, doing the things I love. Playing on a swing set. Hula Hooping. Running around. Doing cartwheels. It reminds me of the times that I was young, the times I was free from the burdens I hold within me now. The times before I felt that I had to prove myself worth living, prove myself to be worthy of love, worthy of trust, and worthy of friendships. Life was much simplier then. It was fun. The little things didn't matter. In fact, it was the little things that brought us joy. The sound of the music playing on the ice cream truck as I ran quickly to my piggy bank. The bike rides around the neighborhood. The games of pick-up basketball or HORSE. Playing late night tag. Catching fireflies. Making "stew" out of grass, mud and anything else that we could find outside while playing "Little House on the Prairie" (I was always Laura). The little things are what life was made of. Life wasn't planned. It didn't have to be set in my calendar: "At 3:00 I will take some time for myself." I just did it. I would sit down and read just because I wanted to, not because it was time that I was "suppose" to spend for myself. So my challenge to myself this week, and to anyone that reads this. is to find those little moments in life that you do something for yourself, something that was unplanned. I would love to hear what you do!
That is a good challenge. I am going to do that along with you.
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