I hate feeling older than I should. The other day I got out of bed with stiff feet and a sore back. I mean, since when did I wake up feeling like this?! My brain still thinks I’m a spry 21 year old. I hate when my body disagrees.
Generally I’ve been thinking lately about being a kid. The freedom, mobility, and fearlessness associated. I watch Van leap from couch to couch without a single thought of falling or the consequences and, while it makes my heart stop now and then, I’m envious. When do we as adults stop feeling the freedom to be crazy and wild? When do we stop running like maniacs on crack and start jogging like stiff mannequins?! I wanna be like Phoebe from Friends and run like a wild woman, limbs a-flailing, free of caring what others think! Will I? Nope, not a chance. But the idea is cool.
So I got to thinking… What’s something I can do that will help me feel like a kid again? Alive, free, wild, daring. My answer: adult gymnastics. Haha… Yeahhhhhhh, naturally, right? Seriously though, I did it. Yep, I went to an adult gymnastics class with nothing but a season of gymnastics as a 4 year old under my belt, during which we did rolls, jumped in a foam pit, and identified each other by the colour of underwear sticking out of our wedgied body suits. This time I didn’t wear a body suit (#fail) and I didn’t jump in a foam pit (yet) but I did do some rolls. Oh man… It got crazy up in there. Front rolls, back rolls, belly rolls (all of them). It all hung out, as did I with some ex-gymnasts who complemented my toddler style gymnastics with their back handsprings, flips, and general awesomeness. Hey, I did learn a front flip so that’s something. Really though, there wasn’t much that could’ve been more kid-like than running around a gym free to swing, bound, and climb at my leisure. It was horribly humbling and energizing all at once. I’m definitely going back for more as soon as my body stops screaming at me.
The whole point of this post is this: This upcoming week, try something weird and new and totally unlike all of the stiff, boring adult crap you always do on a daily basis. Adulting is the worst! I challenge you to do one thing this week that a kid would do. Think out of the box. Re-awaken your creativity with a sewing class or by getting back to writing or drawing. Wake up your body by making it move in ways that it hasn’t in a long time. Just do something different. Feel something different. Like I said in my last post, be fearful and then say YES to opportunity anyway. That’s bravery. And that’s what a kid would do.