Lately, Ive become an adult.
I don’t even know how it happened, but one day I was happily not giving a f*ck and the next I was all grown up and business-like.
Job hunting, mortgage paying, parent teacher conference’ing, taxes figure out’ing full-on ADULTING.
In some ways it was good (we love us some electricity & groceries up in herre) yet for the most part it suffocated me.
I didn’t feel like myself.
The challenge was I couldn’t pinpoint exactly was “off.” I sensed something was missing–I couldn’t figure out what it was.
I didn’t feel depressed, but felt
organized and austere flat and as though Id lost my spark.
Id been so busy celebrating getting my life together and patting myself on the back for that accomplishment I’d failed to notice I’d transformed into a bonafied ADULT (no ISH) in the process.
oh the horrors!
#1. Yoga made me move in new ways.
Only in hindsight did I realized Adulting Carla moved in the same fashion every damn day.
My overall fitness didn’t seem to suffer, but it wasn’t great for my body and it most definitely wasn’t playful.
Yoga made me aware of the importance of moving in all ways in all planes. And, when I couldn’t quite master a pose and ended up toppled back down on my mat, yoga reminded me of the importance of laughter.
what happens in the studio…
#2. Yoga turned me into my child.
The Child is smitten with gymnastics. She takes classes 3 times per week and can always be found in a state of bending, stretching, moving during any hours she’s not at the gym. It’s as though she cannot stop herself from contorting whenever she has the (space and) opportunity purely because it’s fun.
She’s amazed by what her body can do and seizes any chance to play around with it/discover how much more she’s capable of.
I’ve become my ten year old.
…happens at home, too.
#3. Yoga has become a running joke.
In our house the best indicator we’re living playful lives is the amount of laughter you hear inside. My yoga practice, in the best possible of ways, is now woven into our family language and become a source of levity. Stories about my inability to flip my dog have extended into our literal time with the golden doodle.
These interactions make us giggle and train my brain to associate yoga with playful laughter. My brain believes the story I tell it.
one of many attempts to flip her dog.
#4. Yoga reminded me I can.
Sure when I was 100% ADULTing I maintained my fun-spirit (we glowstick’ed & trampoline-slept) I’d begun to hesitate, however, when The Child and friends would invite me to join them in their world of play.
Would I hurt my back? became my barometer/decision making tool and, as a result, I may have been fun but I’d shed my sense of play.
Now, thanks to my time on the mat, I say YES! to each invitation to join in simply because I’m confident I can.
For decades I viewed yoga solely as an uber-serious, mental practice.
Not always serious change.
Or, as I like to put it, yoga helped me cease being a complete adult and gave me my ISH back.
- Have you rediscovered PLAY in surprising places?
- Have you found yourself ADULTing far too much recently, too?