Sometimes when I’m discouraged about where I’m at and ungrateful for what I have, I wonder what my twelve-year-old self would say. I realize she’d think my life turned out really sweet. She’d be excited that I can eat ice cream whenever I want and have a movie marathon after midnight. She’d love that I can get on an airplane by myself. She’d be thrilled that I have my own car. She’d be proud that I’m not afraid of the dark and surprised that I’m not so shy. She’d be impressed by other things that I view as mediocre now. It may sound completely silly, but when I look at my life through the lens of my twelve-year-old self it looks pretty darn spectacular. How easily we cease to be impressed. I don’t want to lose that childlike wonder and magic. What would your twelve-year-old self say about you and your life now?
Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, ‘You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!’ said the straight tree. He said, ‘I’m tall and I’m straight.’ And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, ‘Cut all the straight trees.’ And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.