Sometimes when I’m discouraged about where I’m at and ungrateful for what I have, I wonder what my twelve-year-old self would say. I realize she’d think my life turned out really sweet. She’d be excited that I can eat ice cream whenever I want and have a movie marathon after midnight. She’d love that I can get on an airplane by myself. She’d be thrilled that I have my own car. She’d be proud that I’m not afraid of the dark and surprised that I’m not so shy. She’d be impressed by other things that I view as mediocre now. It may sound completely silly, but when I look at my life through the lens of my twelve-year-old self it looks pretty darn spectacular. How easily we cease to be impressed. I don’t want to lose that childlike wonder and magic. What would your twelve-year-old self say about you and your life now?