365 Days Of Love. Day 159

When I’m really excited, I act like a child.

It makes sense, though, right? Everything was exciting as a little one. Playing soccer for the first time, climbing a tree, doing flips on the monkey bars, eating my mom’s infamous English muffin pizzas. Everything was joy-filled. In growing up, the mundanity of life lost excitement and my spirit lost its childlike joy.

Of course, there have been times in my adolescent and adult life that induced excitement like the past. Falling in love, taking international adventures.

It’s so easy to be drab as an adult, though. It’s so easy to fall into a boring, unexciting routine.

Sometimes, though, I am excited enough to be childlike. When I’m grocery shopping and I see a new product, I’ll dance in the aisles (my parents can attest to this). When I’m consistently conversing with a guy I like, giddiness overcomes me. When I drive 30 minutes with friends for a beer at 8:30 at night, I  am absolutely silly with excitement.

As an adult, this excitement doesn’t happen near enough, but that’s because I don’t make choices that allow it to happen.

I don’t think I should drive an hour every night for a beer (I would be broke, fat, and tired pretty quickly) nor do I think giddiness is the source of life. The spontaneity of these decisions, the newness of conversing with an interesting person are the qualities that induce excitement.

I’m often so consumed with establishing a routine, I forget what it’s like to try something new.

The out of routine moments, those beaming with mystery, are the most exciting moments in life.

It is these moments that establish new boundaries for us, teach us more about ourselves, teach us how to love ourselves a little more.

We should chase childlike excitement, chase the love we had for life when we were little.