Several times this past week I caught myself thinking how much I miss when times were simple, you know, the good ol’ days.
When my biggest concerns were wondering what my friends and I were going to do after school; what outfit I was going to wear to the dance; if the football team would win on Friday night; whether the blue eye shadow was too much (ah, remember the 80’s? The Simple times).
But were they really the simple times?
Probably not for my parents or the other adults at that time.
I think it’s easy to fall into the trap of believing years gone by were easier some how, but in actuality they were not simple for someone (my dad worked his a** off- don’t imagine that was simple)
I wonder if the adults I knew when I was a kid longed for the good ol’ days when things were simple? I’m sure they did.
But what were the good ol’ days for them? The same thing they were for me… the good ol’, simple times were when we were kids. When we had little to no responsibility, and didn’t have to think about or deal with work, bills, finances, house upkeep, spouses, children and their activities or attitudes…..ah the good ol’ days when life was simple….for us, but certainly not for the adults in our lives.
I’ve come to a new perspective when it comes to longing for the good ol’ simple times….it’s relative. Today will be a good ol’ day one day. I just can’t see it right now.
As an adult there are times when I wish I didn’t have to be an adult and deal with all the adult things, but then I think it may just have been those good ol’ days my parents gave to me which molded me into the capable adult I’ve become today.
And that’s my one minute mind