Being born into a poor family meant I grew up learning that I couldn鈥檛 always have the things I wanted.
Most of the time, you learn to be content with what you have, not because you don鈥檛 want anything, but because you simply know there are more important things to spend money on.
So right now, I鈥檓 just indulging myself a little and healing my inner child with stickers. HAHA. 馃槀
I honestly don鈥檛 even know what it is about stickers. Maybe it鈥檚 because they鈥檙e colorful, cute, and completely unnecessary鈥攚hich somehow makes them more fun. There鈥檚 something oddly satisfying about being able to buy a little thing simply because I like it, without having to justify whether I actually need it.
And I guess that鈥檚 one of the funny things about growing up. The things that make you happy aren鈥檛 always grand. Sometimes, they鈥檙e just little stickers you would have loved as a child but couldn鈥檛 have back then.
Looking back, I鈥檓 actually glad I had that kind of childhood. It taught me to appreciate simple things. Now that I鈥檓 an adult, I can finally enjoy some of those simple things鈥攏ot because I鈥檓 trying to make up for everything I didn鈥檛 have, but because I鈥檝e realized I鈥檓 allowed to enjoy them now.
So yes, here I am, a grown woman happily buying stickers. 馃槀
Maybe this is what healing looks like sometimes: not always something deep or dramatic, but occasionally just giving your inner child something she would have been ridiculously happy to have.
And now, I powered up this much. Haha
Photo's mine.馃槍