Yesterday, I went to the park while babysitting a few kids. I couldn't remember the last time I had played on the play gym or sat swinging on the swings. I couldn't remember when I just aimlessly ran around, or did cart wheels in the grass, but yesterday I did all that. I ran around dribbling the soccer ball, pulling tricks, aiming at hard to hit targets and I had FUN.
I did side ways hanging crunches aided by the swings, I did mountain climbers in the grass. I did downward dog for long stretches of time as the kids pretended I was a bridge to crawl under.
All this left me wondering, when did I become so serious? When did I lose the ability to find simple pleasures...
I wanted to write an uplifting post yesterday but life interferred with two tests I had to study for. So I'm writing it now.
I'm writing it just to say, go outside, get some fresh air and just have fun. Channel the child you were or are, and embrace it. We can't let lifes stresses and never ending complications bring up down. With little steps, we'll just keep getting stronger.
Remember to smile
-- Paula.
