Misha is my inner 5 year old.
No this is not a random disassociative personality thing. I was actually Misha at age 5. My parents gave me this adorable nickname when I was born and it stuck, until I was 5 and a half. My name has changed three times since then, twice through common usage and once legally with marriage. Each name has come to define for me who I was at various part of my life, which has had some fairly distinct differences year by year.
I know I have come a long way in my 27 years, so why would I try to find my inner 5 year old again? She wasn’t married to her best friend (in fact she had already decided she didn’t need marriage, great friends however, were very important), nor had she figured out yet what her future career would be, or the passion she would hold for it. Despite the life experiences that Misha lacked, she was a person that I would like to hang out with today. Here’s why:
Misha was full of joy.
Misha was eager to learn EVERYTHING.
Misha was stubborn.
Misha was competitive, and compassionate.
Misha was adventurous.
Misha was kind, to everyone.
Misha was an ardent volunteer.
Through the intervening years I have lost and found several of those personality traits that defined Misha time and time again. I am well aware that reclaiming a child’s innocence is an impossible task, and that is not what I am trying to do with this initiative. What I am trying to do is to maximize the joy in my life, a task that Misha unconsciously undertook every day. I will not pretend that a 5 year old’s mentality is the answer to all life’s problems, but perhaps it is the answer to the little ones. I hope that my path towards rediscovering her will allow me to spread more joy to the people around me, while finding more for myself as well.
So I am beginning my search for Misha. I hope you will learn to enjoy her as much as I do.