My biggest complaint about Adult Life. It’s so Adulty.
Just now I was in my loungeroom frantically vacuuming. To make it more lovely I put on this album that I’ve been loving to death lately but as I was searching for dust bunnies under the couch I was feeling a bit sad and sorry that I couldn’t hear the music over the roar of the vacuum.
There was this feeling in my arms like they wanted to reach out wide and my feet wanted to rise on to demi point so I could spin around the room in my uggs.
And then I realised. I can do those things. There’s no rule that says you must vacuum and then sit at your computer and do productive things all day long until you pick the kids up from school.
There’s no rule that says that the only physical activity you do, has to be productive.
And it occurred to me, that often even yoga classes feel like a ‘to do’. They are often goal oriented in nature - build to a specific pose, practice these moves to perfection, or achieve some energetic agenda.
But what about just moving because it feels good to move? What about the joy of moving and breathing and expressing and experiencing somatically? It’s like I’d forgotten that I can do that.
Play. Dance. Laugh. Even before all the chores are done.
Have you been doing that? I hope so. If not, let this be a prod in that direction. I know life is very serious. I know there’s a lot to be done. But also, let’s have some fun.
“Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”
― Mary Oliver