Fast or slow, time is completely out of your control. Especially when you’re waiting for something.

I’ve made a game of being my own time machine. Making a mark on a calendar and at the time thinking “that is so far away, I can’t even imagine what I’ll feel like when I’m living that day.” Then on that day, remembering the you that was imagining that day. Suddenly you’re the future you! (I’ve probably lost you, haven’t I?)

It fascinates me. It frustrates me.

Time is a mystery.

It’s funny how you can lose yourself in life to the point where you become unrecognisable even to yourself. What’s even stranger is that you don’t realise it is happening until you get reminded of a way you used to feel or a way you used to be.

Some experiences foster who you really are and other’s detach you. What it really comes down to is a responsibility to yourself to ensure you don’t get lost in the twists and turns of life.

Once this epiphany hits however, the fear is that these habits that have formed will cling to you or are already a part of you.

I don’t know how accurate that is, though. Each day is a little bit better.. I can feel the fabric of “me” slowly knitting itself back together. And it feels good.

We saw an entire world inside a bubble today. Happened just after we saw a frog jump up the tree to his nest.. (don’t worry mum, this didn’t involve LSD) I’m learning a thing or two from Eloise and I’m enjoying the way the world looks through the eyes of a three-year-old..

Simple things like blowing bubbles, singing whatever lyrics you want so long as they fit the beat and only walking on the black tiles at the shopping centre are so much fun and capture the essence of childhood despite being 30 years old.

I’m going to try and keep the wisdom and teachings of Eloise and apply them to my every day.. even if it’s simply to follow the advice from the latest song she wrote – “Give a little Wiggle in the Morning Time”