The college next door to us has a day care which is right in back of our acre lot. I didn’t think I would like it because I thought all I would hear is screaming kids all day.
I was wrong.
I see kids swinging. Playing in the sandbox. Playing tag.
I hear kids laughing. Having fun and enjoying themselves. The adults are interacting with the kids and having fun. I love that. For some reason it’s relaxing to me. It’s so different from the low income housing we lived next to. The kids ran wild. There was no supervision. They tore things up.
While I was watching the kids yesterday I realized one thing that was missing from my life.
More fun. I need more fun in my life. The swing on swing days where you don’t have a care in the world. Days where you can be yourself and you don’t have to worry about what needs to be done.
I want a swing in my backyard.
Living out in the country has helped me realize that I want to live more simply. Not have all of that stuff. Become who I am meant to be. Fulfill my purpose.
I think the country air and the wide open spaces is changing me. The clutter of the close together houses of the city are gone and I can see clearer. There’s nothing better than looking out my bedroom window and seeing a wide open field filled with straight green rows, trees at the perimeter and a blue sky above it.
It doesn’t get any better than this.
I’m going to look outside to see if we have a tree that he put a swing on for me. My inner child wants to swing.
Maybe I’ll go to the park before work today.