While driving to work the other day I was giving thanks to God for blessing me and my husband with an absolutely amazing little boy. I thought a bit about him growing up and becoming a completely independent adult. The entire world lies before him. Then I started to think about my childhood. I was a really happy adventurous little kid. I can remember dreaming about growing up all the time. For most of my childhood I wanted to be an architect or a writer. For all of my childhood I dreamed of getting older and having independence and freedom, being really happy as an adult and living life to the fullest. Kids are so unaware of the confines of adulthood; the responsibilities that are inescapable; obligations and expectations.
As I was pondering all of this I had to wonder what the little kid me would think of the adult me. I think I've made a lot of really good decisions. Little me would most likely be thrilled at my home and family and who I've become. (even though she was certain that one day I'd be living in a ginormous home with and indoor pool, secret passages and hidden rooms) However I imagine she'd wonder why I don't travel more, spend more time outside, be more active, explore artistic endevours (creating, writing, drawing, photographing). I guess I'd have to give her my lame excuses: debt, tiredness/ laziness. I'd be saddened to see my son grow up only to be stuck in a rut of sorts due to debt and lack of motivation. I'd like little me to be super proud of the life I'm living.
Blah, blah, blah... kids are so unaware of the confines of adulthood. But more often than not I think adults accept lame excuses for inactivity and call life confining. I'm not in any way upset with who I am or my life but I can work on the excuses and do more living. Just another good reason to tackle the debt!
I'd love to have more free time/ less working time
to garden more
visit my friend in Sweden
teach my son about the world
stare at the stars and watch sun sets
see the Grand Canyon and red wood trees
be with the hubby
spend time with family
return to Guatemala
smell the roses
What would little kid you think of who you've become?