I’m realizing the things I liked to do as a kid are still the among the things that bring me the most joy–drawing, writing, exploring. Untimed things. Things with no real point or purpose, except to be free and alive. And they were the things I seemed to think were ‘frills’ when I entered adulthood. I let them go, or (worse) tried to make them things I controlled, like I thought grown ups should do. Isn’t it an adult’s job to worry, after all?
Anxiety for me happens when I try to control things that are beyond my control–which seemed the whole theme of adulthood, until I figured out it didn’t have to be.
What brings you joy? Give yourself permission: make some joy today.
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Mackeral, that hand looks like it’s sitting on the paper!!!!
Thanks, kungfunaomi!
I should have gone for that walk in the sun
Thank you for a beautiful reminder.
Thank you, Dawn, for commenting. Take that walk tomorrow, I hope!
I’ll try, though my day is pretty packed! 🙂
Some days are like that…I know what you mean!