I realized at the start of 2017 that I’ve let this thing called “Adult-ing” completely overtake my life…
I’ve lost sight of who I was as a kid (and even into my teens and 20’s); making up stories in my head as I played in the woods or around the house. I read fantasy books because I loved getting lost on some adventure.
I loved being a part of the story.
I’ve lost the playfulness, the creativity, the boundless imagination that I once had, and that has honestly been to my detriment.
There is so much joy and passion found in this life when we embrace our inner child. When we take the time to really be who we are on the inside.
I know it’s going to take time to recapture that sense of wonder that I had those many years ago, but in the end I think it will only help create more balance in my life. (especially considering I have twin 3 yo boys that will need a dad with an active imagination)
Over the past month or so I’ve finally started to get back into the world that I created so many years ago.
And you know what?
It felt great to work on the world. To get my hands dirty, so to speak, and start creating and being creative.
I’ve still got a ways to go in the realm of creativity, playfulness, and just being the real me. That won’t stop me though. I’ll continue on and let this life be one of my own making.