It might’ve been something artsy, like drawing or writing stories. Or maybe you adored building miniature wooden structures or racing snails in your backyard or staring at the moon through your window and counting stars. And definitely, whatever the activity, the doing of it felt glorious. Liberation by imagination. Then, you grew up. You moved on, got practical, maybe married, and eventually you forgot about your thing and how it made you feel. But not completely.
I'm here to remind you.
Sometime in our childhood, a seed of our passion is planted. Whether or not this seed grows depends on how—or if-- we nurture it. I believe our happiness and fulfillment as grown ups depends on this nurturing. When we ignore these childhood longings, it can feel like an important piece of ourselves is missing. No amount of accolades or accomplishments can fill that gap or lead us to wholeness. What’s needed here is to get quiet, to listen, and to remember what thrilled and enthralled us when we were young and free.
Instead of asking kids what they want to be when they grow up, I think we ought to be asking grown ups who they were as kids.
So, I’m asking you. And, here’s a bonus question from my friend and co-author David Taylor-Klaus:
Would the child you were be proud of the adult you are today?
We can talk about this. I’d love to hear about what lit you up when you were little. And, if you’re ready, to help you connect the dots to make this part of your life today.