Perspective

I really don’t have a theme today. Just gonna go with the flow. I thought I’d share something from my FB archives.

It is funny how some things change with time. How we change with time. How our perspective changes.

When I was little-could not wait until I was old enough to wear make-up.

Now-OVER IT!

Could not wait to grow up!

Now-why in such a hurry? Bills, responsibilities, blah blah blah. You are a kid once. Enjoy it. Be a kid.

Hated rainy days. Boring!

Now-nothing to do but relax on a rainy day -amazing! The best! (Over the rain right now though….days and days of it!)

As a kid, I always thought that dogs were better than most humans.

Adult self-dogs are still better than most humans. Lol! That won’t change.

How big everything seemed as a kid.

Adult self-walk into school I attended in youth, everything looks so small.

Jumping on my bike and just taking off. Running all day, sports….go go go. Fun fun fun.

Adult self-exercise is necessary to keep one strong, stretching is now essential so you don’t pull something just getting out of bed.

As a kid just do whatever without thinking.

Adult self-think about it, contemplate action and consequences of that action. Basically overthink EVERYTHING!

As a kid-worry about what everyone thought of you.

Adult self-learned to love yourself. Accept yourself, flaws and all.

10 thoughts on “Perspective”

  1. This is probably the wisest thing I have read all day! Great perspective and reminder here! Sometimes we forget what it’s like to be a kid, in such a rush to grow up… My kiddos are there now, “When I grow up…” That’s all I hear! And yes, bills, responsibility… I’m going to read this post to my kiddos haha! Thanks for sharing!

  2. Cool post, Laura 🙂

    The thought which popped into my mind while reading your post was that the spirit of kid is still very active in me, it’s just active in a different area.

    It did go dormant during my 30’s when I was overly serious adulting life. When I hit my 40’s it suddenly woke up and taught my adult how to feel alive again and view life as an adventure.

    When I was a kid I used to love to climb things. Trees, rocks, the house, etc. I also loved swimming. Cycling. Gymnastics. The spirit of kid in me now climbs, swims, cycles, cartwheels thoughts.

    The body isn’t the playground of the kid anymore, but the mind is 😉

    1. I love this!!! ❤️❤️❤️ So true!!! I lost my child as well. But I got her back. Everyone needs to stay in touch with that child inside. I can think about the things I could once do and it takes me back. After my accident, I was angry. It took my identity away, or who I thought I was anyways. I realized that was inaccurate. It forced me to get in touch with other sides of myself. I figured out that anger only stopped me from doing the things I still could do. So I stopped looking at what I lost. It’s funny that going through something so bad can help one find that kid inside. Or just getting older how we realize we need to harness that inner child more!!