Just doing...
So the other day I went to the store for a few things (namely toothpaste) and after making my purchase, I found myself walking along the curb. Before I knew it, I was walking and balancing on it, though I'm not sure why. As I realized what I was doing, I quickly stepped off the curb.
What was I doing? I'm over 40 years old and I'm walking along a curb, trying to balance on it like I'm Nadia Comaneci. I wasn't acting my age...was I?
So anyway... On the way home I started to wonder about what I was doing. Was I acting my age? I mean really now...when is the last time you've seen an over-40 year old doing that? Like she has no care in the world...just like a "little" kid would do. I got into my car and drove away with thoughts of "grow up" swimming around in my head.
Last night I saw a book with a catchy title. It's called The Book of Doing. It seemed odd for me to find it at this point, with the current theme in my head. After perusing through it, I decided it was for me and bought the boo. I started reading it when I got home. I guess you could say it spoke to me... Here I was, wondering about doing things that didn't seem like how I should be acting. And now I'm reading a book about "just doing."
I mean really now, is it so wrong to balance on the curb? (Actually it is, if you don't do the dismount properly.) I remember a time where I wouldn't so much care about things like this. If I wanted to walk in the rain, I'd walk in the rain. If I wanted to fill up a water gun and shoot a co-worker, I'd fill it up and blast'em. If I wanted to relax for a few moments and draw, I'd do it. What's so wrong with just doing those things?
So..I've decided to make an announcement. That's right, I'm going public. I hereby make a pledge to myself today. A pledge to just do it. I don't want to stop enjoying an activities because somewhere along the line I thought I was "too big" for them.
How about you?
What was I doing? I'm over 40 years old and I'm walking along a curb, trying to balance on it like I'm Nadia Comaneci. I wasn't acting my age...was I?
So anyway... On the way home I started to wonder about what I was doing. Was I acting my age? I mean really now...when is the last time you've seen an over-40 year old doing that? Like she has no care in the world...just like a "little" kid would do. I got into my car and drove away with thoughts of "grow up" swimming around in my head.
Last night I saw a book with a catchy title. It's called The Book of Doing. It seemed odd for me to find it at this point, with the current theme in my head. After perusing through it, I decided it was for me and bought the boo. I started reading it when I got home. I guess you could say it spoke to me... Here I was, wondering about doing things that didn't seem like how I should be acting. And now I'm reading a book about "just doing."
I mean really now, is it so wrong to balance on the curb? (Actually it is, if you don't do the dismount properly.) I remember a time where I wouldn't so much care about things like this. If I wanted to walk in the rain, I'd walk in the rain. If I wanted to fill up a water gun and shoot a co-worker, I'd fill it up and blast'em. If I wanted to relax for a few moments and draw, I'd do it. What's so wrong with just doing those things?
So..I've decided to make an announcement. That's right, I'm going public. I hereby make a pledge to myself today. A pledge to just do it. I don't want to stop enjoying an activities because somewhere along the line I thought I was "too big" for them.
How about you?
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