So how do we, as adults, learn happiness from children? I am sure wiser people than I, have written tons on this subject. All I can do is write from my own experience.
What I do, is play. Forget about feeling silly or maybe just embrace the silliness. What did you love doing when you were a kid? Playing games? Make pretence? Being creative or physical? Building stuff or getting dirty?
My husband will tell you exactly when I am overcome with childish enthusiasm. The tricker is the magic of empty cardboard boxes. I completely forget that I am a reasonable, interlectual, grown up woman. I get my sissor and colors and I probably look ridiculous but who cares. In that moment, I am happy.
Be brave and let go.
|Me 2013 - making a viking ship from a cardboard boxes|