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Letter from My Inner Child

Today I decided to share an excerpt (below) from one of my free writing exercises. This one is from my younger, childhood self, as I asked to get in touch with her again. Feel free to use this for yourself, especially if you are longing to rediscover your inner child. I highly support that! It is very helpful for anyone to do, particularly practicing artists and those interested in extracting their creativity.

Dear Crystal,

Why did you forget about me? I am so happy we have met again, but why did you ignore me for so long? How I missed you!

Remember all those glorious days we roamed in the Georgian backyard woods? There wasn’t a care in the world as we played outside together. Some days, we’d create fanciful characters, while other times, more dramatic ones, acting out their stories, each step in rhythm with your walking stick. Other days we’d lie in the earthy white hammock between two tall trees, staring up at the clear blue sky. You thought you were spying on the heavens. I knew you were connecting with the Almighty. We watched squawking birds travel to and from, taking care of their young, rocked by the gentle sway of the wind in the trees.

You didn’t worry about not getting enough done. You never wondered if you were lazy. You simply sought adventure, nature, story and fun. Even though at a young age you were awake to what other people thought and evils in the world, you knew how to get away and clear your mind. You trusted the Creator; the peace and wonder His creation brings.

Remember when you weren’t afraid to try anything—at least once? Swinging higher and higher, you spontaneously thought, “Wouldn’t it be cool to do a back flip off the swing set right now?” and then you did. Although you landed on your stomach, your chin flat against a piece of choppy wood, you were okay, shaking it off and moving on to the next adventure.

What are you afraid of today? Why do you over-think so much? A nature-lover at heart, you loved running through the cool sprinkler in the hot Georgia sun on a summer weekend, not caring how you looked in your bathing suit, glancing around to see if anyone was watching you. You were fully there, wrapped up in the moment at hand, not preoccupied with pointless worries.

We had fun together, thriving off our outdoor adventures and pretend world no one else knew about. That was our secret. Your creativity, free spirit and soul were alive. I’m so glad you are making your way back to that time. This part of you is as real today as it was back then. It’s up to you to keep activating it. Fear not, for I am with you. Enjoy what each moment brings.

Much love,

Your Younger Self, Crystal

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7 thoughts on “Letter from My Inner Child

  1. Oh, Crystal I can remember those very special times in your life and the whole wonder of your little pretend world you would get caught up in. I often wondered why you loved walking around the yard with that big stick instead of playing with all the many toys you had in your play room. You gave me a glimpse of that wonderful moment in your writing. I am so proud of you and how you are discovering the joy of life and wonder. I love you so much!

  2. sammiebennett on said:

    So, I think Little Sam and Little Crystal would have gotten along swimmingly. I especially love the hammock time and how you were “spying on the heavens.” Gorgeous! What a beautiful way to capture some of that childish magic. Love you, friend!

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