A Writer Writes....If They Want to Keep Their Sanity!!: Ok.. Proud mama moment. My son got to play soccer...

A Writer Writes....If They Want to Keep Their Sanity!!: Ok.. Proud mama moment.  My son got to play soccer...: Ok.. Proud mama moment.  My son got to play soccer for the first time today.  Between miscommunication, bad timing and lack of funds at time...

Ok.. Proud mama moment.  My son got to play soccer for the first time today.  Between miscommunication, bad timing and lack of funds at times, the one dream he had to someday play on a soccer team came true.  Just watching him running around the cones, talk waaaay too much to a very patient coach, over dramatizing falls and kicking waay too hard filled my heart up with pride and wonderment.  When did we, as adults, stop seeing the joy and happiness in the simple things?  When did the little joys in life stop doing so for us?

It was cold, rainy and he argued to not wear a coat..and as a horrible mother I let him.  He did announce after that maybe he should wear one next time and I inwardly smiled at his very adult choice.  He had so much fun.  \

Writing was my fun.  When did I forget that?  When did I stop doing it and let that part of me slowly go into a deep, cumbersome sleep?

I enter these contests called 24 Hour Short Story contests.  I used to love and live for them.  I got discouraged and decided I was done.  Why?  How did I forget that even though winning it would be awesome, that the joy in doing it was what I loved about it in the first place?

As adults, we forget a lot.  But the things that bring us joy shouldn't be one of them.

Question of the Day:  What simple joys did you have as a kid, and why did you feel you had to stop?

Quote of the Day: "He was a long haired, long horned flying purple people eater." -Sheb Wooley

May the odds be ever in your favor!

God Bless and Good Night