Do you remember going outside while it was pouring down rain? A trickling chill running down your face as you look up to the sky. You decide to skip. Barefoot. Sloshing and hopping around. These were the good old days of puddle jumping.
I tromped around in my rain boots with a good friend the other day. There is something so freeing about getting entirely soaked and not having a care in the world. Stained and mud soaked clothing. Returning to a childlike state.
Kids are free to think big. To dream. To take mud baths. I hope I can forever stay young in my dreams, and productive in my steps. What was your favorite thing to do as a child? Try it.
Update on the trip: Ran the numbers again. Looks like with work, scholarships, loans, and donations I will be able to cover the exact amount of the program cost! Praise the Lord! Now I just need money to pay for food while I'm there. Huge step in the right direction.