Never Give In

Yesterday I had this weird flashback while I was at work. I was walking to our warehouse, and when I looked at a pill of snow pushed up at the side of the parking lot, I had this insane urge to start building a snow fort, or just mess around in the snow. It wasn't like deja-vu, it was more like some really good memories that were so strong, it made me wonder where I went wrong. When did things suddenly become to 'juvenile" to enjoy?
Don't get me wrong...I'm all for growing up. Someday I hope to be old and wise...hopefully I'm wise before I'm too old. But I wasn't just trying to be nostalgic either, something inside me was crying out "Come on! It always used to be fun...what changed?" I couldn't come up with a good answer. Not that I want to make a habit of answering the voices in my head ;)
I used to spend hours outside playing in the snow. Passing cars didn't always appreciate my fun, but I was having the time of my life. I could entertain myself for hours, whether I was alone, or with friends. Now, by the time I've shovelled the deck and the driveway, I'm too tired to do anything fun (btw...shovelling a crushed-rock driveway SUCKS!).
Anywhoos, here's to growing up without growing up.
Later,
Wern
p.s. took a self-portrait this morning for the Christmas cards I'll send out some day soon, and I think it'll reflect the fact that the above post has been on my brain :) I think you'll like it.