Rain Dance. No, really . . .
Crazy rain today! Just a few minutes ago, I’m looking out the window at the downpour and remembering my college summers in Maine – when it rained like this, we would just run outside in our work clothes, arms wide open, screaming and laughing and dancing, and getting soaked to the bone. Best feeling ever. Those were the days . . . A fancy professional grown up now, I turn back to my laptop to attend to my oh-so-important-and-very-long to do list.
Pause. That is absolutely not okay!
After working through the “Well then I’ll have to change, well I don’t have time, well I have a client in 20 minutes, well that’s absurd, etc”, I’m out the door, tromping across my muddy yard in bare feet, letting it drench me, laughing at the ridiculousness, really and truly marveling at good ole Mama Nature.
Now you may be thinking, “Ok flower child, hippie nut-bar from Boulder . . . take it easy.” (Or is that just the voice in my head?) Fair enough, but I think there’s a worthwhile nugget here.
The fact is, when we let ourselves “grow out of” our naturalness, our wildness, our playfulness . . . symptom happens. Often, one contributing factor in compulsive eating, weight gain, digestive distress . . . you name it . . . is the deprived part of us that wants to let loose and dance in the damn rain!
I get it, the demands of ‘grown up’ life can sometimes make it hard to embody this instinctual self. However, as an advocate for your health and happiness, I’d like to suggest you fit it in to your schedule.