My daughter slept in this morning.
She woke up at 9:15. That’s because we were up until 9:30 playing a karaoke game.
We were doing those short, 15-second, karaoke-like videos over and over again and laughing. We were almost crying, we were laughing so hard.
Childhood rocks. My daughter woke up this morning and she had a smile on her face, she was happy as can be, she wanted to go back and create some more videos, have some fun. She told me how good she slept.
I’d been up for three hours.
I was stressing about the month of August.
I’ve hired a new team to run my business.
Are they going to succeed where others have failed?
Did I make the right choice?
What’s August going to be like? I was trying to some financial projections in my mind. I looked at the clock, and it was only 6:15. All this was in my brain before I was even fully awake.
I lay there for three hours.
Thinking about things that needed to be done, things that needed to get done.
All these adult things that I needed to do – my brain was so cluttered by the time my daughter got up, it’s amazing that I was able to stay present. And that’s when it all clicked in.
Childhood rocks.
Adult life is so overrated.
You never meet a child who’s walking around with a suitcase full of issues.
You meet tons of adults who are always non-stop dealing with their issues, and their things.
Childhood rocks.
It’s the greatest thing in the entire world.
Every time I meet an adult, we have conversations about the things they’re working on.
About how evolved they are.
About how they are working through all their stuff, so they’re getting ready for a relationship.
Kids, they go to a park, they find a kid they want to play with, and boom, they’re just playing. They’re not thinking about, hey, I wonder if she likes me.
I wonder if she’s ready for a relationship now in the park where we can just slide together.
Childhood rocks. It’s such a beautiful thing. To watch a child wake up and have nothing but fun on their mind. Compared to an adult. An adult wakes up and they have to have a cup of coffee to get going.
I can imagine if my daughter wanted to grab a cup of coffee to get going. I can imagine how hyper she would be if she woke up and had a cup of coffee to start the day. She doesn’t need coffee. She wakes up, she’s excited, she has her chocolate chip pancakes, life is good, what are we going to do, how are we going to play? What imagination are we going to create? No limits, thinking of nothing, having no adult worries. Childhood rocks.
Adulthood: we’re always looking into the meaning of stuff. We’re always getting ready, or prepared, or we’re hurt, or we’ve got things to work through. Screw adulthood. I want to go back in time. I want to be a child again. Adulthood is beyond overrated.
Responsibilities, running a business, bills that need to be paid, dealing with people’s issues and crap.
Being disappointed by people who work against us.
Friends that disappoint you and get selfish and do their own thing.
Relationships that go backwards.
Arguments that go nowhere for no apparent reason, except the fact is, that we’re adults and we don’t know how to really work through things.
Two kids have an argument, it’s like, “Daddy!”
I go, “What?”
“My daughter says Ellie doesn’t want to play in the pool with me anymore, go to the hot tub.”
I step in and go “Alright girls, let’s take turns. We’ll play in the pool now, then we’ll go to the hot tub next.” End of argument.
Two adults, oh god please.
Anybody else want to be a child again? Anybody else want to go back into childhood and enjoy childhood?
