Feeling Better: A Little Playtime

I'm feeling SO much better. I got in to the chiropractor today, and although I felt pretty sore for a few hours after, by around 6 pm I was feeling MUCH better. Good enough to take a little walk.

It was a great walk. Twilight was falling, so I put on my headphones and my little Shuffle and I went out to enjoy the atmosphere. I had this crazy urge to break out into little dances every now and again on my walk -- so I did. I walked on balance-beam dividers (the cement things that separate the park from the beach), I danced a little dance, I wiggled my booty when no one (hopefully) was looking.

Then I got to a little playground and decided that I really wanted to swing. So I settled in, fast-forwarded my Shuffle until I got to a really good spacey cosmic 70s rock song, and swung as high as I could go. I think I even laughed out loud, I was so pleased. Druggie rock blasting, my feet almost touching the trees (remember how you think they're going to touch the branches?)... I swung until I got that rush-y feeling, until I was slightly dizzy. Fantastic.

Then I boogied home.

I noticed something on my crazy rock-opera walk. I felt about 10 years younger, and more myself than I have in years. Clearly this indicates two things (at least). 1). I'm kinda weird. Who blasts acid rock and gets high off swinging when they're 32 and completely sober? 2). I think this indicates a strong need for more PLAY in my life. If I'm giggling my butt off while I'm grooving to Madonna and putting on a show for the evening shore birds, I need more goofy fun.

I've been a little depressed the past month. I think it's really hard having Terri gone all week. I've just been having a hard time focusing on doing creative stuff, and I've definitely noticed those slightly depressed feelings. I was thinking today that I need to do something about it. This walk was a good first step. With the time changing earlier this year, I intend to take advantage of the longer days and have more groovy walks.

So, if you see a crazy lady shaking her groove thang out by Crab Cove, or giggling her head off while swinging to dangerous heights, don't worry; it's just me.