WORD.

Gimme the business.

I was driving along one day last week.
Pulled up next to this grassy knoll, if you will.
When I came across a most comical scene.

Three young kids.
Probably 14, 15 years old.
One girl, two boys.

One of the boys was kinda chunky, goofy way about him.
The other, tall and lanky but a cute kid.
The girl was your typical “goth” inspired girl, smoking a cigarette, playing with a kitten, dyed black hair.

You know both boys are smitten with this girl.
You can tell.
Girls are a new species to them at this age, so in their world she’s a super model.
She probably knows she has them wrapped around her finger, but they are friends.
They are enjoying hanging out on a nice day.

I sat and imagined the things they do.
Probably excited to get their cars.
School dances, exploring their neighborhood, video games all night, sleep all day.

It reminded me of when I was 15.
When we were all satisfied to just sit around talking, walking around, playing on swing sets, and trampolines.
Planning adventures, boiling and bending fork bracelets, playing guitar, and getting boyfriends.

It’s hard for me to stop mourning my youth when I don’t understand when or why things had to change.

Not everything, because some things have gotten better since I was 15.
Like, I have money for once and I can drive of course.
But the simplicity of the way of thinking, the willingness to just get up and go, and the fire for adventure has kinda fizzled for me.

I’ve been so focused on school for so long, and now I’m so into working..I feel like I lost that fun, easy breezy (beautiful, Covergirl) side of me. I know I’m not the only one, I feel like we all have to push that back a little when we get older.

I do not find that acceptable.

I want to recapture that sense of excitement.
I want to get excited about “little things.”
I want to run around outside and make banners with my friend.
I want to fly kites and remember how just walking along the reservior was wonderful enough.

It’s time to stop making excuses, and start just doing.