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Ok, so now we’re all grown up and we’ve learned that life can suck. We have responsibilites, obligations and 401k’s. Stress has become one of those things that we manage on a day to day basis. Crinkles in our annoyed/frustrated/angry faces are beginning to leave wrinkles. But, do you remember a time when you couldn’t wait to be a grown up? A time when everything was a mystery, exciting and new? What were those things you couldn’t wait to do? And better yet, what were those things you used to love and have stopped doing? Did you play sports? Pretend? Blow bubbles? What made you laugh? I hate to break it to you but here’s the thing: you’re still that same person. Don’t stifle your fun, energy and excitement for life. You’re finally allowed to do almost whatever you want to, so what’s stopping you? Go shoot a gun, jump off a cliff (with a bungie cord attached to it), climb a tree as high as you can, travel somewhere far away or get in a tickle fight that makes you scream and laugh for your life! Do things that make you feel free and young to balance out the ball and chain of life’s responsibilities.

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Two good friends of mine, who will remain nameless, own a baby boutique and once in awhile, if I’m lucky, I get to play small business owner. The morning starts out great. Sometimes on these days I pretend I’m Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail while I get my coffee, wave and say hi to the neighboring businesses and open up “my” for-the-day shop. Side note-the sun has shone every time I’ve ever worked, so you know what that¬†means-I’m making the world brighter. When the mail and UPS men come I smile and chat with them as if we’ve been interacting daily for years and they usually have a look of puzzlement on their faces and sometimes add a “Now, who are you?” to which I respond with only a laugh. Now, because it’s a boutique business the flow of customers isn’t always very constant so after I check my e-mail, facebook, flickr, news and, of course, tmz, it’s time to order lunch. Next, back to business. I shuffle around the store looking for things to fold, straighten, perk up or rearrange with my artful eye. A customer may come in “Hi! Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with”. This is a dangerous line because sometimes, if it comes to details such as designer’s, lines and shoes, it’s hard to help. After I ring someone up the clock shows ¬†4 hours have passed since opening and my eyelids get a little droopy and since the stools behind the counter aren’t very comfortable, the children’s play rug in the corner seduces me to go sit on it (maybe lay on it) until I realize there was a song I wanted to listen to. The mini solo dance party takes the clock to one more hour left before closing time. This is my hour of reflection. I realize I’m happy doing what I do, whatever that may be and as good as I may be at playing the role of store owner , it probably isn’t my cup of tea but I am so grateful that I can check another thing off my list.

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