One of my earliest memories is playing horsey with my uncle when I was 4 or 5 years old. I remember my uncle’s white shirt, our orange shaggy carpet, and my little sister playing with us. But, most of all, I remember feeling happy.
I’ve been going through a period of reflection this past week because another birthday has come and gone. It’s been a tougher year than previous ones, but I’m very fortunate to have good health, a supportive family, and great friends. Most of my concern focuses on work these days, but any life concerns after the age of 30 tend to quickly deteriorate into a “what the fuck am I doing with my life” panic attack. Fortunately, the answer came (this time) to me in the form of this childhood memory.
On Sunday afternoon, I started rough-housing a bit with my 6 year old son and 4 year old daughter like we do almost every day. When they climb on my back, that’s typically my queue to play dead for a few seconds so I can sneak in some much needed rest. But this time I decided to lift up my back and play horsey. My brain instantly loaded that childhood memory. That feeling of happiness I had back then and my kids and I were having right now deleted all those concerns from my brain.
It seems so cliche, but it really is the simple things in life that make you the happiest. For me, I guess that’s playing horsey with my kids.
Isla after her annual heart checkup. Her heart looks good. We don’t have to return for another year. at SweetHaus – View on Path.