№ 89.
One of the flaws in the therapeutic idea of me going back to comfort my inner child is that I mostly want to tell her, “Buckle up and hang on, kid! It’s gonna be a bumpy ride!” I can’t do it though. Would it be better if she knew? And how could I ever communicate all the ways in which it will also be worth it? So I just pat her head and say, “Eh, quit worrying and go outside and play.” I’ve been feeling like the Universe has been patting my head lately and saying the same, so I’m trying to listen. Wherever you are in your own story, I hope the weekend gives you a chance to set down your worries and go out and play.