Today I walked by a school playground during recess. I couldn't help but fall in love with all the sounds I was hearing, from the screams, to the shouts, from the laughter, to the tears. So many visceral emotions being expressed.
It made me giggle, because I thought if more adults took time out of their day for recess, how much happier would we be? Images of adults in suits running around and screaming seemed funny, and yet a little asylum-esque
If we screamed, and shrieked, and laughed, and played with all our might would we be happier?
My guess is YES.
Maybe that's whats missing from adulthood, the pure unadulterated, outdoor playtime. A playtime without mind altering substances.
When was the last time you just played?!
Entering into my third week of working every day, I yearned for some free time, free time to relax and fulfill my human needs. And when I walked by the playground, I realized I not only need free time, but I need playtime too. A playtime dedicated to exploring my emotions out loud!
These thoughts rekindled why I love creating my art... It provides my soul with the recess it desperately needs.
So what's your soul's recess?
Make the appoint to add recess to your daily life, and experience your soul's revival.
This is so funny- I was just thinking of this on Saturday when Neil and I were watching a little girl at the playground fall to her knees and cry in desolation for having to leave the playground and how funny it would be if adults reacted to things like that. Maybe that would be a bit extreme and there is definitely a level of desensitization that needs to occur to function as an adult, but if emotions of joy or hurt are held in nothing can be experienced fully.
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