Raise your hand if you’re too hard on yourself.
Uh, huh, that’s what I thought. Look at all those hands up in the air. It’s nice to know I’m not alone, but do we really have to do that to ourselves? Wow. Life would be a lot easier if we weren’t so demanding, exacting, and critical, wouldn’t it? Why do we do that to ourselves? Did we really come wired that way? Or did trying too hard to fit in slip us into that mold?
I’d like to go a little crazy, if only for a day. Now that would be a good vacation. Just go a little wild, quietly crazy, and let go.
I’d dye my hair blue. Not old lady white blue, but royal blue, electric blue, shocking blue. Let it spike out all over the place. (Please, god, let it wash out quickly before anyone sees me!)
I’d ride a zip line from high above the trees, down through the canopy to let the forest floor catch me in its arms.
I’d sit on the stage at the symphony. I’d put my chair right in front of the conductor, my back to the audience, my eyes closed, and let all that incredible sound vibrate every cell of my body.
Oh, or this would be fun…. to be in the choir loft of a church with a really fabulous pipe organ and an equally talented organist. I’d listen to the music and get caught up in watching the organist. Now there’s an Olympic sport for you. Playing a massive pipe organ is a whole body activity.
I’d like to sit on the deck of a tall ship, the sun on my back, watching the sails catch the wind and billow out, then feel the tug as the mighty ship starts to cleave the ocean water. (Can you cleave water? And why does cleave mean “to split” and “to stick fast to”? Ah, the glories of English.) I’d laugh with the dolphins as they came out to play with us.
I’d like a good cook to fix me something that I’ve never eaten before. Nothing fancy. Just something I can buy at the local market. Parsnips. I’ve never had parsnips. There must be something interesting you can do with parsnips.
Golly, just make me a kettle of fragrant vegetable soup. I’d be happy with that. I haven’t acquired that knack yet. I love soup, but making it intimidates me. I should throw caution to the wind and go on a soup making marathon. All my other cooking experiments have been very successful, so now maybe it’s time to tackle the art of soup-ing.
Or I could make up my own language and speak nothing but that for a day. I could make the shop clerk think I was from a foreign land and see how well we could communicate in pantomime.
I could walk around the park backwards to see if anyone would even notice. I bet I’d get some kids following me. They know how to let loose and just be free.
And after that I could just sit on a park bench and laugh. Just laugh. Laugh every way I could think of to laugh, like the song from Mary Poppins.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful? Would you like to join me? What else could we do on our play day?
Hi. I’m Chris. I’m an introvert. Look for my ongoing series celebrating introvert talents (Sunday), the Introverts Blog Quietly (IBQ) weekly writing prompt (Wednesday), introvert cartoons (Thursday), plus anything else interesting that I find in the meantime. Come and share with like-minded introverts. I also contribute to the new food blog Three’s Cooking, learning to cook from the heart, for the soul.