A child traveling, thinks bumps in the road are a thrilling part of the trip. Most adults traveling think bumps are to be avoided and when they do hit a bump are not thrilled. If too many bumps are encountered we become frustrated, annoyed, intolerant and eventually just mad at the road. And anyone on it.
I seem to have a lot of bumps, it feels like more than average. They are exhausting me and have beaten me down. I'm frustrated and annoyed. I'm mad and quick to attack. I want to give up but then I think of my family and how much they need me to be happy.
So now, at this moment, I am posting a missing child poster for my inner child who thinks bumps are thrilling. I'm printing hundreds of flyers, tacking them to poles, showing them to strangers and posting them to the web. I have new resolve (way to ruin that word Pres. Bush) to find him some how for my family's sake. He can't be gone or it's hopeless.
If I could locate him, I know I would be that much closer to happiness. With this many bumps and the right child-like attitude my life could be thrilling, more thrilling than average. Where did he go? How did I lose him? When exactly was the moment I changed my view on bumps in the road?
I will continue to look for him but until he shows up I'm going to practice happiness by bluffing it. From this moment forward I am actively choosing to find bumps in my road Thrilling! I will scream out load, throw up my hands and then roll with laughter at being caught off guard. I will turn the wheel, jerking back and forth making sure not to miss a potential bump/thrill.
So for all of you, (Family, friends, and even others who happen to be traveling on the same road) buckle up and hang-on because I am sick of being frustrated by bumps to the point of avoiding them. I'm going to drive like a mad man drunk on the thrill of the bumps in my road hitting every single one. Bring on the bumps.
