This picture is of the bunk bed in my hotel room last night.
So what does a 47 year old weary traveler do when faced with this ridiculous “kid” bed?
Get ridiculous too!
I climbed the ladder.
I crawled under the covers.
I pulled out a book just like years ago when I often heard, “Lights out. It’s past your bedtime, Young Lady.”
[Like THAT stopped me. 🤫]
And I savored every delicious moment of it.
Until I sat up and whacked my head.
Hey, Reality Checks can bite.
But for a gleeful moment I was transported back in time to the young girl who craved nothing more than to escape by stepping through the wardrobe, living in a little house on the prairie or joining the Swiss Family Robinsons for dinner.
It’s a choice. Roll your eyes. Get uptight. Be a stick in the mud adult.
Or let your inner child out and relish the wonders of the world.
I know it gets harder as we get older. And you can still CHOOSE how you play.
Today, when flights are delayed and canceled, when I’m unexpectedly stuck in a city far away from family for another night… I can either pound a chair [as I just witnessed one “adult” do] or I can recall the bunk bed of last night and smile.