How many times in our lives do we think if we could only go back to our teen years knowing what we know now, how different our lives would be?
I will think about it, and then inevitably end up concluding there is no way in hell I would want to be a teen again. So I started going off in another direction. What I miss about those years is the depth of passion I had for, well, everything. Emotions ran deep and strong as the currents of a river wild. My Muse was always embracing me, and the thoughts and feelings and ideas came fast and thick. I could hardly get them out fast enough.
As the years went by, and the responsibilities grew, and my conviction that I had to do everything for everyone, because, I knew without a doubt that no one else would do it right……I still had the same dreams, the same passions, the same beliefs and convictions, the same fantasies, and the still swirling mass of poems, stories, profound revelations, quips, anecdotes, and songs in my mind…..churning and pushing and wanting release. It was just that this or that or the other thing simply had to be taken care of first, I would do it, I would write it, I would paint it, or sing it, someday, someday.
Lately I have been thinking about getting back to the mindset of my teen years, but with the wisdom, the wrinkles, and the experience of my current self. It is stirring around in my mind and spirit, and rising, rising, rising! I am excited and invigorated and intrigued to see how it all plays out.
I hope you will join me on my journey, wherever you are in your walk through life.