One day, I saw a Carolina Wren with nesting material in her beak. I followed her until I found her nest, watching her busily build until my heart felt happy.When I got back to camp, a woman, Laura, asked where I’d gone. When I told her I’d gone for a birding break, she replied
“Ugh, I hate birds”.
Umm, excuse me?
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Then I had a second thought- “Well, that’s really dramatic wording Lynn. In reality, my family is safe. My animals are safe. My home is safe. I only feel so sad because I’m focusing on what I no longer have. How can I shift this story to look at what I DO have?”
Then I sat on the couch, acutely aware of the skin around my eye, getting tighter and tighter.
In that moment I KNEW I should go to urgent care. I should have. But I didn't.
>Insert horror movie music<
On social media last week I shared a playful interaction I had with a stranger in a parking lot. A comment I got under that post, stopped me in my tracks.
“I need ‘fun’ lessons! Play was frowned upon in
my family of origin.”
Sadly, it’s not the first time I’ve heard this.
Some people were explicitly taught not to play as children.
They heard “Knock it off!” and “Stop messin’ around!”
Others had the freedom to play as children, but as adults, the stress of life’s responsibilities overwhelm them to the point where they spend every moment“working”. Either physically working at a job or in the home, or mentally engaged in the battle of worrying about the past and future, leaving no room for spontaneity, creativity, or connection.
Regardless if you’re Type 1 or Type 2 Play Deficient, continue reading for your treatment plan.
Purses, blouses, dresses, aprons, scarves, booze, snow globes, mugs, and jewelry, from the 50's to a few holidays ago.
One dress-slip even had a tag boasting “The New Wonder Fabric- Nylon!”
She didn't use these gifts she was given.