You know when you were younger, you’d pass by nice house and cars? Remember you’d adamantly profess, Dibs. That’s my car. Or That’s my house?
What happened to that excitement? Where is that fire that drove your enthusiasm? Drove your passion? I’m sure if you search it’s still there. It’s probably buried under the hood of adulting. I’d love to reclaim that childhood wonderment. So why not? How about you?
Feel free to sound off in the comments. I’d love to know your thoughts.