I've come to a point in my life where the light fluffy and powdery
substance currently falling from the sky presents a less exciting prospect than
it did. I don't even mean when I was a child. I remember when unannounced
snow closed my campus university and we did what any adults would do... Recommissioned our childhoods, made snow men, had snow ball fights, then grew up
suddenly and drank a lot of alcohol.
But being a grown up with all of its pit falls and grumblings means
you're left staring at the sky and tutting when it snows. Something about the weather has reminded me
of childhood innocence that growing up just destroys. There is less magic in
life. Don't believe me? What about Christmas? That's far from exciting as
a grown up: Planning, shopping, the Christmas card list, table
arrangements, where are we going to sit everyone?
Don't get me wrong, there are massive plus points to being a grown up!
Pay day, drinking, decision making, travelling, the list is massive... But
don't pretend that there isn't a bit of you that feels nostalgic and doesn't want
to make a snow angel… without wondering if you’re lying down in dog shit…
NB After reading...
Worth mentioning that I did eventually end up shaking off the shackles of adulthood... See below...
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