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I am finding that a big part of "adulthood" is remembering who we were when we were children.  Because somehow a part of aging means forgetting what we were like in our purest, most honest state, before we learned to reason our way out of doing the things we enjoy.

As a child, were you imaginative?  Restless?  Did you write stories?  Were you a poet?  Did you spend hours entertaining ideas and fancies in your mind, in your soul, just because?  Were you adventurous?  Were you infinitely bold, courageous, free from fear, inhibition, self-consciousness?  Were you an inventor?  A doctor, sky diver, master chef?  Were your thoughts quiet and contemplative, or electrified and limitless?

At some point along the way, and through no fault of our own, we start to forget these things.  We are saddled with responsibility and distraction and practicality, and we stop doing the things that make us who we fundamentally are.  We stop being in such a way that is truly reflective and resonant of our souls.

Remember who you used to be.  Remember what it was that made you well up with joy, connection, and pure elation from your toes to the very top of your head.  Remember what those things are and cultivate them.  Today, now, every day.

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