Hidden Childhood Dreams

Tonight I went to one of the support group meetings I regularly go to. Walked in feeling disconnected and looking for distraction and walked out knowing what was really going on. When I shared some sadness came about from not having a childhood passion or interest to pursue. I imagined that children, when their world is safe, naturally getting in touch with that part of themselves which is uniquely them, and in that part find something which they have a passion about. My world was not safe and I didn’t find that part of me and hence as an adult I am doing that now. I find it difficult because my adult kicks in too early and dissuades me before the dream can even start. Inside the house everyone is set in their ways and all have developed very sophisticated ways of manifesting fear. I’m still looking everywhere in that house in my head because I knows it still there. Need to go through the usual process of finding out who had it last and where did they put it.