I walked by some kids chalk-drawings this morning, drawn on the sidewalk. They were six different stick figures. They were great, simple and innocent, like the young kids who had drawn them.

It led me to think about how as adults we complicate everything.

As an adult you wouldn’t draw a stick figure of someone and give it them intending to show that this is how they looked to you. They would either laugh, or may be deeply offended.

We are obsessed with getting it ‘correct’; avoiding being in trouble or metaphorically speaking paying great attention to painting ‘within the lines’.

Kids are not stopped by the same limitations that we apply to ourselves.

Today I am going to try and live life as a kid (well, maybe I’ll avoid pooping in my pants and throwing my food all over the carpet.)

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