Swinging

I'm finding my inner child. The great thing about me finding my inner child is that it eventually begins to become my outer child. And I kind of like it.

For the most part, I am a serious person. Or at least that's how many people have come to know me. I'm the grown up most of the time. My nickname is Mom. I make sure the assignments get handed in on time, the meals get eaten and made and that people go to bed at a decent time for the most part. The role fits me better than most others I adapt when I'm at school. I tried being the party girl, but I'm really not. A few other things were tried and found they all left something lacking in my life. It's the feeling I get when I'm swinging.

I remember when I was younger and I loved to get people to push me higher and higher on swings. I tried to hook my knees around a cloud so that I could be carried off to more entertaining places than the one I was in. That's the closest feeling that I get to truly flying (airplanes don't count) and I never feel more free.

There is something so childish about swinging that makes me embrace it with all of my heart. I don't feel like a grown up with responsibilities when I'm on a swing. I feel like I'm seven again and the worst thing that can happen to me is a scraped knee and not a broken heart. The more time I spend on swings, the more my inner child gets a chance to shine. The more often that happens, the more the outer me begins to look like the inner me.

It's amazing what such a simple thing like swinging can do in your life. It can be childish, I will admit to that, but it can also be so exhilarating, passionate, freeing and mind clearing. So go find a swing at some point. It's just as good as flying a kite!