The 12-year-old inside of me has really been enjoying the activities that I’ve been engaging in this week: swinging on swings, eating way too much ice cream, laying face-down in the grass, hanging out with pug. I feel like through all of this, I have been regaining my sanity, which was lost long ago. Ha. You think I kid, but I’m being honest.
To top off all this healthiness, I spent today at the Rose Center for Earth and Space/Hayden Planetarium. My science geek-ish friend and I were remarking, teary-eyed, after seeing the Journey To The Stars-show: who needs all the burning bushes and the arks, the fire-breathing dragons and mermaids, when there’s so much wonder in the universe around us!?
Even the 12-year-old inside of me agrees on this one.
Our reality. A reality we can grip and grasp, and still wonder about endlessly. Magical, awe-inspiring galaxies and nebulas and planets and stars, and God knows what else… Our existence within this world, so random and meaningless, and yet so full of meaning. Man. If all that doesn’t give you perspective, I don’t know what will.