Growing up is a funny thing…
When we’re all young children, we have no problem saying what is on our minds. We let everyone know what our favorite things in the wholeeeee world are. We let everyone know that broccoli is the most disgusting thing to ever exist. We get excited all of the damn time over simple things like coloring.
Then, we get older.
We fake excitement, we swallow our words when we are unhappy, and most people sure as shit do not know what your favorite things are.
(Fun test: Ask the people you think know you the best what your favorite things are… It will be a huge wake up call to how quiet you keep your passions.)
Why do we mold into what other people say is acceptable for us to like or not like?
I am at the age where many of my friends are starting to get married and have babies.
To say that some of them feel lukewarm about it would be being nice.
Why on earth do we go through with things that we aren’t balls-to-the-wall happy about?
I understand following through on a commitment that you have sworn to stick it out with, but what about those commitments we make for life, not just short-term things like internships or college?
What about those relationships we only feel lukewarm about?
What about those jobs that make us hate every week that isn’t a vacation week?
What about those friends we allow to suck us dry until we don’t have the energy to do anything productive with our own lives?
Our inner 6 year olds would never ever ever tolerate this.
Think of all the six-year olds you know: they absolutely do not do anything they don’t like to do, they know what is fun to them and they pursue it relentlessly, and they absolutely do not fake friendships… But when they are excited, they are at levels far beyond excitement, into pure ecstasy.
All this week I have been asking myself: What would my inner 6-year-old say about my life right now? What would she change?
What would the inner part of you that demands happiness and rejects joylessness say about your life right now?