Growing up...

You know what I think? I think if a young woman doesn't engage in the act of occasionally wishing on a star or a flower or a birthday cake full of candles, then we are forfeiting one of the sweetest whimsies of our youth

Its funny how true the sayings of life are... You spent the first 20 years of your life wishing you could grow up faster and you spend the rest of your life wishing you could go back and slow it down. I have to say that trading the magic of childhood for the knowledge and responsibilities of adulthood has not been all it's cracked up to be. Entering the holiday season I feel as though I am missing something. Some piece of the magic of the season is just not there. It's been a long time since I believed in Santa but sometimes I wish I could just believe in things like that. I look at my sister in a amazement. She is only six and so she hasn't hit the logic point in her life. She doesn't worry about how logical Santa Claus is... She just believes it's true and so it is to her. The other day she came running into the house with a seashell, grinning from ear to ear because "you can hear the ocean in it!" I lived on the beach the first 14 years of my life so I more than remember playing in the sand and with seashells but when she said this to me I instantly felt a little sad. Like just another piece of the magic of childhood was missing now because when she handed me that shell I wasn't excited, the only thing on my mind was actually it's just the blood rushing through your ear that you hear. Of course I didn't say that but man did I wish I could just believe with her... Okay so this post may not be my most well organized but it's just my train of thought lately. How do you keep the magic and innocence of childhood when you are so violently lost in adulthood? I want to wish on stars and play in the rain and smile and laugh at nothing... That's my goal this holiday season. To just be lost in the magic of the holiday. Have fun and for a least a little while... Feel like a child again.