Adding to my recent collection of artwork inspired by the complex facets of a woman, this week we are visiting our inner child. She is free spirited, offers us the purest kind of joy, and often reminds us of the simplest pleasures; those which often bring the most meaning to our lives.
I must admit that I lost her somewhere in my twenties; those were hard times. But now she comes out often. When I brought art back in my life I gradually transformed into my happiest self. Everything else after that sort of fell into place after that. It’s amazing how that happens!
I still love lying in the grass, riding my bike, jumping in puddles in my rain boots, feeling snowflakes on my face, exploring new ideas, and experiencing new adventures. I think that this part of a woman is essential to our happiness and well-being. When we lose our inner child the darkest part of ourselves takes over, and we project that darkness and sadness onto those around us; often times those who are closest to us are most affected.
If any of you women out there have lost your inner child (and we all do from time to time), surround yourself by the people and experiences that have brought you the most joy, and I guarantee that she will come out again.
And if by chance you have never felt your inner child as an adult, I might suggest the following: recreate a happy experience from your childhood, try one new experience every day (even if it’s as simple as trying a new type of food), travel, do something that scares you, and meet new people as often as you can.
She is there waiting for you to let her run free.
Stories about how art inspires and changes us.