What were you like when you were a child who saw the world through enchanted lenses? You know the one: the version of you that could discover endless possibilities with simple items like a rock and a piece of string. You were the kid who could take blankets and chairs and construct a regal and impenetrable castle made of housewares and imagination. This was the version of you that had endless magical powers of mind and mental resources. In addition, you could host a tea party with the most illustrious of royal dolls or take a kite and fly it so high that it could touch the moon and return to earth unscathed.
As a boy, I was an unstoppable force of hope, creativity and possibilities. I had two loving and brilliant parents who encouraged me to explore the world around me with my imagination, my curiosity and plenty of book to read. To me the world was full of magic, miracles and seemingly unlimited fun vocational pursuits. I wanted to become an artist, an archeologist, a herpetologist, a rock star, a paranormal investigator and a few other cool job endeavors. My world was rife with possibilities and mom and dad gave me the freedom and intellectual powers to investigate as much as I could.
Though my later childhood and youth had their definite complications, I never lost hope in the face of some serious adversity. My father had a major personality disorder and a mental illness that caused our once healthy nuclear family to implode. This in turn created my own mental havoc and unleashed my bipolar issues but I managed to weather these life storms with my creativity and imagination intact. Even after my parents’ destructive divorce and in spite of my dad’s issues, he still showed me great love and continued to help to foster my imaginative powers as best he could. My mom (the rock solid foundation of my life) also continued to encourage and inspire me to use my creative abilities and guide me on a positive course.
Now, as a successful adult who has figured out a new version of his life’s mission, I am constantly in communication with my young Pauly. Through all my trials and tribulations, I’ve managed to maintain my creative talents and it’s my hope that I can continue to help people from all walks of life stay in touch with or rediscover that power of their inner-kid. Being able to draw on your magic child is the key to living the magic of a mindful life and rekindling your creative and mindfully healthy spirit.