Last night I had the pleasure of seeing my friend play acoustic guitar at Parima. It was an experience that took me back to my college days, pre-kid, pre- marriage, pre-anything that meant I needed to stop, look, and listen. I was free to be me. Eating good food, with good friends, and listening to music that I would enjoy throughout the night. It was as if I was in another state or country, feeling like I could do anything and it would be alright. Of course it was alright, when I walked in the door, and snuggled in amongst my children, husband and dogs bodies, although my head didn't really agree with me in the morning. However I had done it, gone out had a good time and made it back in one piece.
The object of this statement is well, don't grow up. Let yourself go. If everyone just got to step back for one day, or night or hour, there would be no need for depression drugs, therapy sessions, millions of dollars spent on things that we think will improve our lives but just sit collecting dust in the basement. Children our most precious cargo...why not enjoy what they have to offer with their sense of free spirit and carelessness. Now don't get me wrong, these types of events can lead to disaster if taken daily, but that is where our adult maturity and experiences come into play. We know when enough is enough and get back into the grind. I love being a mom, wife, care-taker, and worker...but I also know how to kick back and have a good time. This is who I am and will be for however more days I have on this planet, and it makes me smile.
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