Do you ever remember your mother, father or some other person telling you that childhood is the happiest time of your life? If you don’t, you’re lucky as I was told this for as long as I can remember and like every other child I could never see what they meant. I just wished to be older so that I could do all the things I thought I’d be able to do.
Do you know what, in many ways they were right. Since I’ve all growed up, I have responsibilities that I can’t ignore. I have to earn money in order to pay the bills and eat and I don’t think I ever really appreciated just how free you are as a child.
So why now, of all times do I pick a theme like this to write about. It’s just that I’ve been comparing life again – as I often do – and realising that although I do have those responsibilities, once again I do have freedom to do pretty much what I want, when I want to do it. I’m one of the fortunate people because I work for myself and can (if I choose) take a day (or a week or two) off without having to pass it through a line manager or other person who is paid to keep my nose to the grindstone.
From Friday, I shall be doing just that.
