Do you remember what you loved to do as a kid? I can remember when I was a little girl and loved reading books. Most girls played with dolls, but I enjoyed being in my room reading one of the many books from the growing collection on my bookshelf. I remember getting so excited when the book fair came to our school or ordering books from Scholastics. Turning those pages and discovering what happened next to the characters was so exhilarating. I loved being able to learn about any subject I wanted to read about and discovering new and unique topics at any time. But then as with many of us, life happened and I let that part of me slip out of my grasp. I was a young mother spending every ounce of my energy caring for my family. I was in a relationship plagued by the effects of addiction and mental illness. To survive those years was overwhelmingly difficult and any form of time for myself was not even a thought at the time. I was not even at a place mentally to believe there was any other options in life besides barely scraping by. I sadly lost that belief in magic I had when I was younger, during those tough adult years . As I’m sure many of us have gone through times like that at some point. But then some things began to change. My kids were growing up and didn’t need such constant care. My husband went to rehab and eventually got sober. Counseling and medication also help tremendously. We took some much needed time apart while he was away at rehab and I also worked very hard to get myself back to a more healthy way of living and thinking. I began journaling and learning about self-care. I started reading books to help me make sense of some of the chaos in my mind and I started to see things differently. Light began to break through the darkness and hope was a glimmer I could see in the distance. I was enjoying all that I was learning. Then the books series "Twilight" was suggested to me to read. I figured I could take some time to read the first book and see what I thought about it. I was instantly sucked into the fictional world of vampires and werewolves. The overwhelming nostalgic feeling from when I was younger and would get lost in the pages of a book was enlightening. Until that point, I had completely forgot what it was like to get carried away by a story. I couldn't believe I had gotten so wrapped up in life that I had forgot to take time to enjoy the things that brought happiness to my life. Since then I have put reading as a top priority in my day. The stories may vary from motivational, love stories, YA, thrillers, paranormal, biographies and others, but I always feel like I'm learning and experiencing a million lives. Reading has saved my sanity more times than I can count and I am so grateful to be able to rediscover my childhood happiness.
So what brought you happiness when you were younger? Can you even remember? Did you like drawing, writing, playing sports, singing, dancing, reading, listing to music, making crafts, or anything else that would bring a smile to your face just thinking about it now? Sometimes we get so disconnected from our younger selves inside, but it's there waiting for us to let it free. Reconnect with that part of yourself and feel that magic that you've been missing. Just because we've grown older and have more responsibilities now doesn't mean we can't tap into that happiness that we felt when we were kids. Our mind, body, and souls deserve to rediscover our true, pure, and joyous happiness.
Cheers to more magic & happiness,