It recently high-fived me in the face that I am old.
Not old in the sense that I am physically old (although my chiropractor may beg to differ).
But I'm not a kid anymore.
It's been snowing here like crazy-face. We've had some 18 inches of snowfall in the last week alone.
And I am so irritated. I realized that I only appreciate snow when it is convenient for me. There were days when I would seriously consider "work or not work?" That question is just a different way of saying "$$ or my safety and the safety of others?" I've gone with $$ each time.
Kids, on the other hand, see snow and they think:
"Tobogganing!" "No school!" "Hot chocolate!" "Snowball fights!" "Playday!" "Yippee!"
It makes me sad that I don't have those thoughts. I feel...unyoung at heart. Which is stupid.
Ok...I'm going to figure out a way to play. Even if it means more laundry and being cold.
The kid inside me needs it.
(The metaphorical kid in me. I don't have a bun in the oven or anything. Just to clarify. =) )