Cookies and Catwalks: A Great Place - A Letter to the Bully in My Middle School

A Great Place - A Letter to the Bully in My Middle School

A Taste of Freedom

I look pretty happy with my set of wheels.

When I was a kid, I loved my bike. It would take me to far away places my legs couldn't (ie: the park at the end of our block). I would hook up with my peeps in the 'hood and we'd pedal our way to freedom. That small bit of freedom would lend just a peek into the window of our future selves; a hint towards the independence maturity promised to bring us one day.

Riding down my street, the wind would blow through my pig tails. My grape Kool-aid stained lips widening into a semi-toothless grin. Good times.

That little girl has now grown into a wife and mother of three. My husband and I run a business together and, as most of you can relate, life is crazy-busy. At some point along the way, we wave goodbye to our trikes, easy-bake ovens and roller skates; jumping feet first into this thing called real life.

We grew up and crossed over to the other side and into adulthood where pieces of our innocence fell away -- our hours gobbled up by careers, errands, chores; saying goodbye to the youth that kept us free and unburdened. Thanks, kid, for the good times but there are more important things to do. Off we go to the world we create for ourselves – feeding our future the food it needs: our time. We don’t do it begrudgingly and for the most part, without hesitation.

But recently, I've been making time for myself and an old friend - my bike. Okay, I've definitely traded up to a newer model since I was six years old but the feeling it evokes is just the same. When I'm on my bike, my mind has a way of letting go of all things regimented and it's great to feel the wind in my hair yet again.

And it got me to thinking...

Perhaps when we crossed over to the other side and into adulthood we weren’t meant to say goodbye to our youth. Perhaps we were supposed to pause for just a moment and take our childhood by the hand and cross over with it – living in partnership with our younger selves.

Cookies and Catwalks is a blog that is meant to inspire just that. Embracing life with everything that we are and have been.

And if you feel you've forgotten just who you were way back then, no worries. Turn around and take a look. You're still standing across the way in your sneakers - your hand reaching out to your older self, waiting to join in on the fun.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

A Great Place - A Letter to the Bully in My Middle School

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