I’m reclaiming the enthusiasm of my childhood.
What can I hold responsible for it’s decline?
Getting excited, displaying enthusiasm, is vulnerable.
It’s visibly showing that I’m jazzed about something.
I’m so into whatever it is, in fact, that I can’t contain myself.
My excitement spills out in laughter,
my eyes light up,
I lean in,
I start talking with my hands,
I get consumed by the very thought.
Enthusiasm isn’t too far from love.
I’m enthusiastic about everything that I love.
Goals crush enthusiasm.
I can’t get excited about a checklist.
Fantasies on the other hand…
Dreams are exciting as hell.
Less check-listing, more dreaming.