Sometimes Lessons are Hard to Learn

I've always had a pretty melancholy personality. I'm a textbook Four on the Enneagram (self-preservation subtype, if you're curious), and can be kinda Eeyorish on occasion. Today's journal entry from December 29, 1991 is a good example of this personality emerging in my 12-year-old self. I whomp-whomp my way through an expensive mistake my sister made, and bemoan the waning of my childhood. So with that cheery intro, enjoy!

I'm really thankful for my journal, because it gave me a place to talk about things I didn't feel like I could say out loud. It's a bummer I didn't feel like I could talk about my feelings about growing up, though, because it would have been helpful!

Why did I feel that way, I wonder? As I mentioned above, I was always a little melancholy and maybe a tad dramatic. I remember being told to "lighten up" a lot, without any help on how to do that. I figured that's what I'd hear if I told my parents what I was feeling. "Lighten up, Sarah, and go help your sister." Whomp whomp. Childhood over.

We older millennials had to grow up fast, and a lot of us are working hard to reclaim our childhood playfulness. I'm fortunate that as a theater major I was encouraged to play in class and on stage, but even now it takes a LOT for me unwind and let loose. I'm still working on it.

How about you? In the video I give a journal prompt to talk about your over-all childhood vibe. Was it fun for you? Did you want to hurry it on up and grow up, or you were a little like me, wanting to hold on to childhood? How are things now? Do you feel like you have time to play?

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You're so rad,
Sarah