16 Again

I want to be 16 again. Well, not the emotional, hormonal, no self-esteem part of 16; but, the physical part. When I was 16, I could run as long as I wanted (not that I ever wanted to, because I hate running). When I was 16, I could sit on the floor and hop back up without a creek or pop or a thought of which piece of furniture I could use to help me. When I was 16, I could go into any store in the mall and find something to wear. When I was 16, I could play basketball for hours without wanting to pass out. When I was 16 I glowed (that’s me up there, glowing…no makeup except some lipgloss).

I could do things. Pretty much anything I wanted without even thinking about it. So, I’m trying to figure out how to get back there. I’m remembering what I did, what I didn’t do, what kind of life I was living to feel that way. I know I can’t recreate all of it, and that some of it was just youth, but I can recreate as much as possible. I’m working on this recollection now, and it will be what I base this year’s New Year’s Resolution on.

I don’t do New Year’s Resolutions every year, but I have several things I want to accomplish in 2011, and feeling 16 is high on that list of goals.

NYR 2011
1. Feel 16 Again