Thursday, June 6, 2013

"When I grow up I would like to be a beautiful fairy Princess."

“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.”

 W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems

Drawing I found in my bedroom, circa 1992 (age 8)

On the surface it might seem like I've failed to live up to my childhood dream (although my apartment is the size of a bubble) but maybe that's not entirely true. Though we all have to spend a fair amount of time in the world "full of weeping" living our grownup big people lives, we should aspire not to take ourselves too seriously. I try to act like a little kid or at least think like one as often as possible. Having a dog and nieces  to indulge my immaturity helps but all that's really necessary is imagination and a willingness to let ourselves play. If you could hang out with your eight-year-old self right now, what would he or she want to do? Me and little me would be in some sort of flouncy costumes playing dress-up or pretending the backyard was a magical kingdom or HARASSING my old dog Tiger who just barely tolerated me because no matter how hard I tried, he just did not want to give me a pony ride. Little me was a spunky, confident bad-ass little girl and I wouldn't want to shatter her dreams. I'm basically a beautiful fairy princess, right?