The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of childhood into maturity. ~T.H. Huxley
Was I once a better care giver to myself than I am now? I have said out loud to friends that I remember being more confident and more open as a younger person. I remember being okay with decisions I made without worrying about repercussions. I remember thinking I was lovable and believing that most people would agree. I didn’t worry about being liked. 
I just assumed everyone would like me. I did. I’m not sure what changed that perception of myself.
I think as a younger person I saw myself as perfect but on a road to learning which meant I didn’t know everything and I’d have to learn it and even make mistakes but that had nothing to do with my perfection. It just meant I was a student of life. As time moved on, I have lost some of that confidence. I see myself as having flaws. I am old enough to know better. I shouldn’t be making some of the mistakes I do because I’m the adult with years of learning behind me.
I find this very enlightening and interesting. If we believe that children understand better then it stands to reason that as we age, little by little we move farther away from source energy and our understanding of how to accept ourselves. I did love myself and accept myself better while I was younger. I, like so many have moved into adulthood gradually forgetting and pulling away from an understanding of life as a journey from which to learn rather than as the adult who should now know all the pitfalls and manage them with ease.
The quote about finding your inner child means much more to me now.
