The only 25 year old amoungst throngs of children 7 and under

Simplicity is complicated. More specifically, achieving simplicity is complicated. I think truthfully, you can only find it in a moment, or if you're lucky a day. Nothing stays the same, and that is both a blessing and a curse at the same exact time. It's reassuring to know, that things change; that bad things can get better, and that the excitment that comes with new experiences is possible. In the same breath though (I should actually say thought) I would also say that while I love the possibility of change, I cringe at the fact that change is enevitable. It seems like I work away (in much the same way that a squirrel does in the summer when it hides its nuts) and finally when I think that I have everything perfectly set up, and picture perfect, it all comes crashing down. My nuts become lost, and once again, I must start looking for new nuts to hide, in hopes that this time I will remember where they are hidden. I'm getting better with this knowledge. I don't freek out when things don't happen like they were intended. I don't remember having this feeling at 7. I think at 7 I loved and 100% embraced every change. NOthing was scarry, and everything was exciting. I'm happy right now, and yet I'm uneasy. Slowly I'm loosing the simplicity, that I spent all winter creating. Here's to hoping that I remember where I hid at least one or two of my nuts!