I was a skater girl. Or a wannabe at least. I do know I had the clothes and the shoes. And there was a lot of falling.
But I feel like this morning’s tiny video goes far beyond the skater girl and the clothes she might wear fifteen years later. I had the chance to hang out with some precious kiddos this weekend, and I couldn’t help but wonder at their verve for life. Nothing was stopping them, whether they were two, six or twelve. Calculated doubt had not yet crept into their conscious. And naturally, I wanted to revisit that age.
Internal pro/con listing, and so many thoughts have been preventing forward movement lately. So many excuses. And I feel like it’s about keeping those youthful aspirations alive, let alone the spirit and force for creation that gets bogged down as responsibilities accumulate.