Mid Life Crisis

I wish I was a kid again. Where my biggest decision was deciding what to wear to school, and my form of excitement was giggling with Kelly over our latest crushes. So much changes, I change, but then again I feel exactly the same.

I'm still the same girl who loves to dance in the kitchen...who loves teasing her little brother...who hates to see her dad upset...and who still fights with her little sister. I still love going through my moms artwork, and riding with my dad to work...I still love just existing with people...and all of that seems to get overshrouded with my reality of life: School, work, church. How I'm going to pay for school, where I am going to work, how do I make time for church with the two things before hand! And as I said earlier...I'm still the girl, that OVER thinks.

Therefore. I wish I was a kid again. I'm sick of thinking. But as I'm writing this I'm getting revelation...not really revelation....more like being reminded of having a childlike faith...

Kids are so trusting. I remember driving with my dad on icy roads when I was little...completely unconcerned with the peril that comes with that... because he was my dad...nothing was going to happen. Now, because I drive myself, riding with my dad on icy roads causes my leg to cramp with fruitless efforts to slam on my non-existent brake...Even though I usually think to myself..."Naomi, he's had 30 more years of experience than you do...you can't do this better than him."

Wow. I've talked myself out of my mid life crisis. My God knows all things, sees all things, controls all things. It's now my job to trust him as I did my dad when i was a kid...