Jumping for Joy
Not long ago my inner child spoke and I listened.
My mom told me I used to stand in the middle of the room and jump when I was young (before trampolines were common backyard equipment). Over half a century later I discovered that urge hadn't changed but my inhibition had.
I was on holiday at a campground when I noticed a jumping pillow loaded with children, giggling and bouncing with no clearly defined purpose other than fun. Their uninhibited spirits were free to jump for the joy of it just like I had done as a child. I remembered and admired that simpler life of seizing a moment and following your heart without worrying about the opinion of others. Then later in the day, when finding the pillow empty, I walked on and gave a little bounce but found it was my heart that took the biggest leap. I began to jump higher and higher as my smile grew wider and wider.
It felt so good that I couldn't imagine why I ever stopped jumping for the sheer joy of it. No matter our age, we are never really too old to be young at heart. It is a freedom we grant ourselves.
"Just be yourself. Let people see the real, imperfect, flawed, quirky, weird, beautiful, magical person that you are." — Mandy Hale