Light Bulb

So, have you ever had one of those experiences where out of nowhere the light bulb in your brain turns on and you’re just like…oh…oh yeah. That makes sense…tooootally shoulda caught on to that before now. Now, I’m not talking about one of those moments where you’re 20 years old and you have this epiphany where you finally catch on to the lyrics of a popular Christmas song that you’ve oh so conveniently managed to just mumble over every single time you’ve ever heard the song ever. Oh no….even more obvious than that.

Earlier this week I was getting into bed and had this crazy realization that I’m an adult. (Yeah, yeah…get the jokes out of your system now. I’ll wait. I may look and act like a child, but I totally rock it.) ANYWAYS…this realization hit me out of nowhere like a ton of bricks. ...ME?! …An ADULT?! Like, one of those things that has to make decisions and sacrifices and do chores? When in the world did that happen? Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was cuddling up in bed with my baby blankie and stuffed animals? …Okay, yeah. You caught me there…that really was yesterday. But my point still stands!

Since when did this no longer teenager get so old? Since when was I taken out of the world of Barbies and make-believe and planted into a world of work and worry and decisions? Since when did life have so many rules?

Now. Don’t get me wrong, here. I seriously have the best roommates and job and boss and coworkers ever that make the transition from childhood to adulthood pretty easy. But adding those things into my life shouldn’t have replaced other things in my life. I’ll give you an example.

A friend recently asked me if I ever dance crazy when no one’s watching. My mind flashed back to times in high school when I would dance and leap and spin all around our kitchen while I waited for cookies to bake, the microwave to beep, or my toast to pop. I’ve never had any sort of dance experience, so it was completely random, crazy, senseless, and hysterical. But after all of that my response was simply and unfortunately, “Not anymore.” …but why not? For the life of me I couldn’t answer that question. Why the heck not?! I mean, I came up with some reasonable excuses like, “I have roommates that already think I’m weird enough,” or “My downstairs neighbors will hate me,” but those aren’t exactly iron clad. My roommates already think I’m weird. What’s one more bit of proof gonna hurt? And about the downstairs neighbors? I could learn to leap lightly…=)

Alright, so what can we learn from all of this? Well, I guess you can really take what you want from it, but I know that it’s at least reminded me that being an adult isn’t about being serious. It isn’t about cutting out the fun. It isn’t about forgetting who you really are and who your heart really knows you are. Life is now, and it’ll go on whether you embrace it or not. So go ahead – dance in the kitchen with EVERYONE watching. Eat pizza for breakfast and cake for dinner. Let yourself be vulnerable, let yourself be wrong, and let yourself be SEEN! I’ll take a little of my own advice and unleash a totally awesome (embarrassing) picture from the archives for your viewing pleasure.

Brace yourself. For real…I mean it. Things are about to get cray.

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BAM!

Now that’s hot.