Over the weekend I went down to Richmond to cheer on some of my teammates at their relay meet. One of the team moms drove me and one of my teammates who wasn’t running down. On the way there we stopped at target to get glow-sticks, snacks, and socks. “Ready to glow!” I said as I sent a picture of the 300+ glow-sticks we bought to a group chat.
After a long drive of listening to podcasts, and a stop at a cracker barrel, we finally got there! Once everyone got situated we got out the glow-sticks, and that is when the fun really started.
I became a human glow-stick, glowing as bright as a star. They were everywhere! Hair, legs, arms, you name it, there was probably a glow-stick there. But that is not the point, the point is that I was so blissfully happy. Cheering for my teammates, coming up with crazy ways to put more glow-sticks on, having pure fun. I felt like a little kid again; I was so happy and giddy. Looking back on it, it’s hilarious, which to be honest it was in the moment too.
I have not had that type of pure kiddish fun in a long time, and it was refreshing. Smiling and laughing nonstop, it was therapeutic. It was needed.
Everyone deserves to feel like a kid again every once in a while. To feel free, with no stress, feeling purely happy. So grab your own glow-stick and bend, snap, crack, glow, let the glow-sticks go!