It’s overrated.

I do admit it, though. I want to be 18 years old again. I want a do-over.

It’s not that I’m not proud of all I’ve done and what I’ve got and who I am. I really am. I’ve had a great time.

But it doesn’t mean I don’t want a do-over…

My message to my children is what a lot people will probably tell them over the years - “don’t grow up too fast.” And it’s true. My problem was that it was never about the journey, it was always about the destination. I know that’s not how you’re supposed to  do it, but… it’s how I am.

But with a do-over, I could slow down and enjoy the ride. It was a really good ride, too. I’d like to see it all again.

And know that this will never, ever actually happen, but… I can dream.

I can dream of a time when I didn’t hear “Snap, Crackle & Pop” every single time I bend over. Back when I didn’t have to watch what I eat or drink or whatever made me merry. I just was. And it was nice.

Even though I’m writing this and being cranky as ever, I have been following my own advice. I don’t ever recommend that anyone stop growing up. I just recommend that they don’t get old. I knew some twenty-year-olds back in the day that were already old. And I’ve known some senior citizens who were younger than I am.

I’ve been in a funk lately. Kind of depressed and stressed and feeling worn out. And today I finally figured it out. I had started to get old. It’s been a while since I laughed out loud. Since I got down on the floor and gave the girls horsey rides. Since I danced like the idiot I am. It’s been a while since I acted like I was 18 years old again.

Maybe I can’t have a do-over, but I should definitely adjust that mindset. I can pretend. Just a little. It sucks that I have to do this sort of thing. But you’re only 18 once and I had my chance.That will set me right and get me back on track.
What do you do to feel like a kid again?