As I was remembering the toy I loved so much when I younger, I started to miss that feeling you had as a kid that everything was alright. It's that naive feeling where everyone in your life is going to be there forever. The feeling where you never worried about anything other than how many times you could jump over your Skip It and if you were going to get mac n cheese with cut up hot dogs in it for lunch that day.
|Vintage Wal-Mart sweatpants. Should I turn this into a fashion blog?|
When I was younger, I remember thinking how badly I wanted to grow up. I wanted to have responsibilities and have a job and a family. But the truth is, being a "grown up" is hard. It's actually really hard. Aside from the difficulties of a job and bills and responsibilities, there are so many unexpected hardships and stressful situations that come up when you least expect them. There's no one to take care of you when you're an adult; you're forced to deal with things on your own.
I think since I graduated two years ago, I've really been handed a giant slice of life. I've certainly been blessed beyond belief, but I've also dealt with more emotionally, physically and mentally in my adult life than I ever imagined I would when I was a kid. My hope is that the more life you live, the better you get at it. I'm not under the false impression that life gets easier necessarily, but I certainly hope you learn how to deal with the hard times and appreciate the good ones. :)