As it turns out, I haven't "Grown Up"
I loved being a child. I played imagination games for endless hours, with friends or on my own. I drew and painted. I read books, while disappearing into the imaginary worlds. I fell in and our of love with various stories on a weekly basis. The town librarian could not believe my voracious appetite for books.
As I got older, I couldn't understand why everyone wanted to act older and wish away their childhood. I didn't want to grow up. I think part of me understood, that being an adult was not going to be as much 'fun' as being a child. I wanted to play. I wanted to keep creating and imagining.
Creating has always been a mental reprieve for me. It was then and it continues to be that for me still today. I can still loose myself in the process of drawing or painting. I find joy in the act of collaging paper together. I feel centered and thoughtful in those moments of creativity. Relaxed and engaged in a way that, as an adult, I need. I give myself permission to play and imagine in my own creative playground. The relaxation I find in creativity, helps me consciously and sometimes subconsciously work through the days when 'adulting' gets hard. I consider my creative play time, time well spent.
It turns out I have not grown up and I am ok with that.
Einstein believed that combining conscious work with play allowed creative ideas to make their way through the subconscious brain, unrestricted by logic—he was often inspired after playing violin - Ephrat Livni
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