First things first. Thank you to all my dear commenters. I am seeing your comments, I am reading them, I just can’t reply to them. Something is amiss with my blog and as a consequence there are no mails going out anymore. This means that I am not receiving notifications in my email inbox that I could answer, and if I reply to a comment in the comment section you won’t be notified. So to see if anyone has had something to say about a post I have to go to and check my dashboard and then go over and read it on the blog itself, or check that little number before ‘comments’ to see if there is a new one.
Makes me feel like a bloggy newbie all over again. Remember those days when you first started out? I would check in on the blog itself every hour eagerly waiting for a comment to show up. And oh, that first comment ever! Proof that someone was actually reading, so exhilarating! It took me some time back then, before I figured out I could have comments send to my email, so I would not miss any. And it wasn’t until WordPress that I was able to let you know I had replied to your comment right here on the blog.
I am sure I will be able to do all that again soon . I have sent out cries for help to the blog masterminds and hopefully I will get it fixed soon. In the mean time, please now that I am still so happy with each and every comment that I read and reread them all all the time and that I am talking back, you just can’t hear me.
Okay now that we are on the subject of talking. Can I ask you something? When was the last time you played? As in really full heartedly played? Can you even remember?
I recently read this article that said that grown-ups should play more. That many adults have lost the ability to play. And that that is not a good thing. That playing is not only fun, but healthy too.
I think that I might be one of those adults. The article got me thinking and I couldn’t remember the last time I had played. Scary isn’t it. Now I don’t mean that I never do things I enjoy. I mean, come on, I frequently tell you all that I have been ‘playing with flowers’ and I definitely consider painting something white fun. But that is not the real kind of playing, is it?
When I am foofing and fluffing, or when I am painting and crafting, my mind usually keeps racing. I am thinking about how I am going to style – photograph- describe this little project. I am already writing the post about it in my head. And usually my thoughts go from “this is starting to look nice” to “I’ll style it on that little side-table” and from there to “but wait then I should paint that table too” “and also “maybe bake some cookies to use as accessories” and “wouldn’t it be great if I could show that new pillow in the background” and of course “I’d better wash that pillow before photographing, there is no way I can edit those stains out in Photoshop”…….
You see where I am going with this? I’ll be doing a little project for fun, and I’ll be enjoying myself, but my mind isn’t exactly at rest and I’ll end up with a to-do list that is longer than when I started.
So I was thinking. When then would I consider something really playing?
Well take a look at little kids that are playing and it becomes pretty obvious. You smile big, you let out cries of joy. You are totally in the moment. It is a pretty useless thing to do, as in: no secret goals attached. And it is a real activity,a bit physical even (lounging in front of the tv, as relaxing as it can be, is not playing in my book). I guess playing is when you don’t care how you look, if your hair gets in a mess, if you get dirty, or whether it is smart or beneficial to do . Playing is letting your hair down, making a bit of a fool of yourself, doing something for the heck of it and totally and utterly being present and having a ball.
And I decided I want to play more.
But that is easier said than done. How do you play as an adult? I guess I’ll have to find out and maybe you all can give me some ideas.
At least I was off on a great start last week. My guy and I went to an amusement park/fairy tale garden. I hadn’t been there for over ten years. I did the roller coasters, screaming and shrieking my head of. And I laughed so hard until the apples of my cheeks started to hurt.
We wandered around the fairy tales and I felt like a kid again.
And we had a great day. I didn’t even take any ‘for the blog’ pictures. Just some snap shots with my phone to remember the day.
I guess I am off to a great start.
Now what shall I do next?
Got any ideas for me? Do you still play? Do you want to? What can we do that will make us feel like a kid again?
Want to join in on the fun?
PS all images courtesy of SHORPY