Mister Rogers had it right.
I’ve lost touch with reality in light of the perfect life storm, and I know I am not alone as I receive countless emails, FB posts and Twitter direct messages confirming what I face is what you face.
At 41, am I simply wiser to life changing, or is it truly being jaded, over-thinking and being an over-the-top pensive thinker?
My music choices seem to favor darker artists these days such as the amazing Brandi Carlisle, Steve Gold or Evanesence, but my heart can be brought out of a funk when I see my daughter pin up photos of One Direction or some other boy band hottie out of Tiger Beat and just smile at me knowing I’ve been her.
Is this where each of us in our early 40s land when life is just that…..life?
We all have our own story. And no one can live in our backward shoes, randomly tossed and sometimes flaky mind and up/down roller coaster of a heart except us.
How come no one says : “Go outside and play in the street”, like my funny grandpa? At least we knew he meant go play, be free, embrace life and innocence, give him some time for a nice cocktail, and keep yourself out of the police station.
Carefree and a summer of no shoes and catching fireflies. Mr. Rogers really was right. “the child is in me….and sometimes not so still.”.
Those days rocked. 🙂
maybe tomorrow I will wear yellow shoes, and prove to myself I still can be that young girl with the world in front of her. I am grateful for a grandpa who knew catching a firefly was indeed a monumental moment to a kindergartener. He believed in me and knew I would catch whatever I set my heart to catch.
Cheers on this Dad’s Day to my late grandpa’s and my own dad who cheer me on beyond the fireflies.