I'm so glad that there are people that retain the imagination they were given as children. I read stories and look at art and I wonder if I could be that imaginative again. I think that I have placed myself in a box, trying to be an "adult" and the only result is this boring person that couldn't imagine her way out of a paper bag. I know that is slightly exaggerated but that is how I feel sometimes. When I was little I lived in a beautiful forest and I had all kinds of adventures with my imaginary friends. Why is it that when we grow up we feel like we have to let go of the adventure?
Nick and I have about nine months before we will be moving to a new state and a new lifestyle. I feel torn because part of me is scared and the other part of me feels more like the little girl who imagines up a new adventure just for the fun of it! I want to feel excited about the new changes but I guess I'm letting myself get more stressed than excited. Is there a way to recapture the imagination God gave me? I guess I will just be pondering this for a while. Thanks for reading, I'll try to keep everyone updated on our progress!
Thoughts from a former dancer, future teacher, and lover and follower of Jesus Christ
