is the child who survived.
Do we agree, or not?
I came across this little nugget right as I opened my web browser. I use chrome and I love it. I installed an add-on called “Momentum”. This gives me a beautiful picture every time I open a new window or new tab and then a quote for the day. It’s pretty awesome. Most of the time I admire the picture for half a second until I start to type in a website to redirect to, and then just skim over the quote. But for some reason, this one struck me.
Do you think that’s true?
I consider myself to be a relatively creative person. I love to write and read and make crafts and cross stitch and knit and crochet and take photographs and then edit them. So does that mean that I have survived the transition into adulthood?
4th always likes to tell me I’m a child – and I fully agree. I am definitely a child at heart, and for a 7-year-old to pick up on that and actually confirm it, well now that just makes my heart smile. If she’s going to tell me some crazy story about a tiger which ate her legs and I’m her jungle exploration buddy and I need to hold open the jaws of the tiger while she dives in and saves her legs and then I have to sew them back on, all while jumping on the trampoline – you bet your pretty little bonnet that I am going to be fake struggling with the jaws of a tiger while rolling around on the trampoline surface.
So maybe I did survive it? But what exactly was there to survive? The “growing up” process? The shift from whimsy and imagination into adulthood where it’s frowned upon to want a little bit of magic in your life and to see the world as this wonderful enchanted place?
Am I making any sense here? Thoughts?
The creative adult is the child who survived ~ Ursula K. Le Guin