Lately I’ve been feeling like my imagination has disappeared. Long ago are the days of running around creating make believe worlds, pretending I was in a concert, acting like I had this totally cute boyfriend at the tender age of 8. I used to have secret hide out spots and believe that when I went down a slide I was going to a candy land.
I feel like as an adult you start to see the world in only a literal sense. Whenever I watch the film Hook it reminds me that imagination lives through all ages. I work with kids and oh thank goodness I do. I get to spend many days running around pretending to fight pirates, run from characters, pretend I’m flying because the kids submerge me into their imagination like it’s contagious, I love it.
Then it hit me, I still DO have an imagination. I imagine myself with MY prince charming, and growing old and having children so I can thrive in imagination even more. I imagine myself living in a cozy house filled with crazy decor, a walk in closet, and doing a job I love.
My imagination still exists, it is just seen from a more mature prospective now days. I ain’t complaining.