Summer Wonder and Lost Excitement by Sarah Bryan

Big news: I'm getting a new computer! I've been waiting for this day for years now. My dear college-era MacBook has been inching toward laptop heaven for a while now, and I finally (finally!) have a new one lined up. To call me excited would be the understatement of the decade. I'm elated. Ecstatic. Giddy and positively gleeful. I. Can. Not. Wait.

It occurs to me, as I roam the house in restless anticipation, how rare this level of excitement is in my life. Now, I'm not naturally a demonstrative person, as my more emotive friends regularly remind me. I don't often scream or squeal or jump around. But I DO get excited. Yet, maybe I don't get as excited as I once did, or as, perhaps, I should again.

I wonder if maybe I haven't let some of my childlike wonder slip away, favoring instead the jaded resignation of a more "adult" mindset. Have I let my wondering eyes grow dim? Have I stopped greeting the world with curiosity and delight? I still get excited, sure, but I think time and routine have dulled my delight just a bit. I'm rusty at wonder, out of practice at excitement. My childlike side has been confined to the nursery for an indefinite stay.

Yet, it's still Summer, isn't it? It's still the time of childlike wonder and roaming curiosity. Now seems like the perfect time to dust of my delight, and fling my eyes wide open to the exciting world that still surrounds me. I aim to live in wonder this summer, to cease my jaded adult playacting and let myself be the child that's still inside me. To quote Emerson, I aim to, " live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air." Won't you join me?