What would you like to do if you ever had the time?
Most people will have a hard time holding up their end of the conversation when “fun” is the topic. We can hold our own when the topic is diaper rash or even Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. But fun for it’s own sake? The usual response from my friends, along with a sigh and a rolling of the eyes is: “You mean fun? By myself?” This is usually followed by wistful looks.
The point is that somewhere between family and careers during the last 30 years, most of us have misplaced a fundamental side of ourselves. These days, spending time alone to nurture our imagination, to express ourselves creatively, to enjoy a personal pastime that brings you pleasure will seem impossible, impractical. Inconceivable. Out of the question.
“Right. In another life” is the other usual response.
Once we start going on solitary lingering to get reacquainted with ourselves, we usually discover that something is missing.
It’s called zest. The joy of life. That great thrill that comes when the pieces of a particular puzzle finally fit. That joy we derive when something brings us pure pleasure. Something that is uniquely our own. They used to call this magical something a hobby. Remember that?
Our imaginations need long, inefficient, happy idle time to flourish. Perhaps we also need a little personal discovery to uncover what solitary pleasures we might find are fun.
It’s been so long since we’ve consciously set aside time solely for rewarding illusions that many of us can’t figure out what to do. When we find ourselves with a couple of golden hours in which to answer to no one but ourselves we opt for taking a nap.
Today, give in to your need for dawdling and puttering. While you’re at it, consider what rewarding illusions you’ve put aside that brought you joy in the past. It is play.
Once you commit to bringing more of a sense of play into your daily life, it will begin to take on a harmonious shift. Try it.
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