I can’t tell you the real sense of surprise that I had when this epiphany struck me last night. I’ve always been one that has known how short life can be. I lost my father when I was young and faced a lot of situations where it brought my mortality into question.
Still, somewhere along the way, I allowed life to beat me down and send me into hiding. I have to admit this. I’m a terribly goofy girl when I let go. Not that anyone has seen that side of me for a long time, at least not regularly. I have spent a long time trying to fit into the ‘adult’ mold.
It had gotten to the point that I didn’t even recognize myself any longer. After talking with the hubby man in depth again last night we opened up a can of worms I’m so glad that we did. By trying to fit into this serious mold of what I’d been taught an adult was I forgot to have fun. I quit being me and it affected every aspect of my life.
From my writing to my interactions with the kids, to my relationship with my husband. In fact, it had grown so bad I am actually shocked we are still together. I know that when I discovered that and we talked it out it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off me.
Already I can say it has had mass effect on my life and I won’t allow it to go back. So, let me ask you, have you forgotten how to have fun with all the pressures of life? If you still have fun, what do you do?
Look, we only get one ride on this merry go round so we might as well make it an amazing one! Until next time, remember to L.O.L. (Live it, Own it, Love it) or it really isn’t worth doing.