This week I spent
$AUD83 ($US64) on two giant inflatable pigs. This is not a sentence I expected
to be writing, to be honest. I can’t quite explain what came over me. I saw the
pigs, I imagined how much fun it would be to play with them, and I hit ‘buy’. And
I regret nothing.
I believe my
inner child might be responsible for this uncharacteristic act of silliness,
for I am not what you’d describe as a spontaneous, irresponsible shopper. But
lately, following instructions from the angels, I’ve been listening to my inner child and it’s made me take life a lot less seriously – which is pretty welcome.
The idea of the inner
child is difficult for a thirtysomething to comprehend. Play is for little
kids, right? But the more I read about inner child work, the more intrigued I am.
communication extraordinaire Doreen Virtue says we have three parts to our
identities. For women: the maiden (inner child), mother (nurturer) and
matriarch (the teacher). For men: the lad, the dad and the patriarch. Most of us abandon our inner child as we grow up, thinking it has no place in the
adult world. Yet making time to be silly and light-hearted is very important
for a balanced sense of wellbeing. This doesn’t mean starting a food fight at
the family lunch or telling fart jokes (though I’m all for a bit of immature humour)
but it does mean making room to be carefree. It changes your perspective, and
that’s when your creativity really starts to flow.
Some ways I’ve
been nurturing my inner child include:
in. You guys, this is so, so fun. I bought a book called Colouring In For Grown-ups and I highly recommend it. This activity
is incredibly therapeutic. I’m not the only one getting down with colouring in –
in France, colouring books for adults are now outselling cookbooks. Seriously!
No, not that kind of swinging – get your mind out of the gutter! I mean playing
on swings at the local playground. Just be careful of any little kids, who tend
to wander out in front of you (which may end badly).
Try not to laugh, but I’ve started a ritual of coming home from work and blasting
Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off and
dancing like a maniac. You can actually feel your problems fall off the end of
your fingertips. My spirits are so high that I often end up playing a few more
songs before I have to stop and catch my breath. This is how I remember what it
means to feel alive.
Disney movies. These are always so beautifully done, and often include some
simple but powerful messages about life. Preach, Disney!