Childhood dreams and adult reality

Dreams do come true.  They just might take awhile.  There may also be many sleepless nights before the dream comes to life.  As a child, I had delusional ideas of what adulthood would be like.  Much of what I thought included absolute freedom, fun and laughter all the time.  Even though that is not what I saw the adults in my life experience, my dream was going to be different than theirs.  Oh, and boy it has been, but this weekend was an awesome dream.

Now that I have found myself at the last weekend of my 44th year, I see how that dream has come true.  It simply is with less glitz and glamour, but it’s still amazing!  My nest has been completely empty for a few years now.  It has been challenging at times to deal with that change gracefully.  Beginning again as a single woman with an adult child who lives 10 hours away is a big adjustment.  For 23 years I had someone to care for and/or share a home with.  Now that I am dating myself, I chose to focus on gratitude in the moment.  I have learned that magic happens in the little things of life, like a bright smile from a stranger or the new buds on the trees.

This weekend was filled with loving moments that my childhood self would be doing back flips for.  I honored my body with hot yoga, trail running and hiking in the Jefferson National Forest.  My 7 year old self would be amazed that I am physically able to do those things in one weekend.  Apparently, I thought 44 was old.  I celebrated my friendships with dancing, laughing and picture taking.  As a preteen Disc cameras were all the rage.  I could not tell you how much money was spent on developing awful pictures.  With the help of technology and immediate gratification, hundreds of pictures can be taken and reviewed while dancing now.  For this I am grateful!

My weekend included a surprise ride in a sensational sports car with a friend. I attended a local event where I heard many stories from new faces.  My 7 year old self would be delighted, ask if she could turn the radio full blast, and jump up and down at the opportunity to meet so many people.  It wasn’t my car, so I didn’t do that, but the stories and conversations were something to remember.    My parents belonged to a supper club when I was young.  I would longingly sit on the stairs watching all the adults smile, laugh and tell stories.  This weekend I was part of the event rather than sitting on the stairs watching.  Sunday included yard work, which is something I saw my parents do every week.  Satisfaction washed over me as I look around my neatly manicured lawn.    I understand fully how a groomed yard and clean house can bring joy to the soul.  The ultimate ending was with my dear friend, Darla, as we reviewed our pictures,  stories, and adventures from the weekend with lots of laughter!

Adulthood right now is pretty damn awesome.  I realize life evolves and can shift drastically in the blink of an eye.  Due to that fact of life, I vow to stay present and enjoy each moment. Next weekend I am back in yoga teacher training and be surrounded with new faces as my 45th year  begins.  No matter what next year brings for me, I look forward to more dreams coming true!

Namaste!

Kristin Springfield
Adulting is fun