#1 Being playful is not the same as being happy.
As an improv performer and teacher, I knew that play felt good but when I wasn’t “in the zone,” my work as an improvisor often suffered (and of course I would go home and rehash every minute of it over and over again). Using improv in life is similar in that when I can get the improvisational flow going, it feels great and when I can’t…life feels quite a bit more flat. That flow is easier to find starting from a happy place.
AND yet…I was surprised and grateful when my knowledge of improv allowed me to stay playful (or at least have playful moments) while struggling with PPD. I was so overwhelmed with sadness and feelings of despair and then here was this incredible gift. My knowledge of and experience with play was useful; truly, it was a lifeline that helped me feel connected with LP even in the haze of PPD.
I continue to rely on improv principles and activities to keep life playful when the going gets tough. It is SO MUCH easier to be playful when I feel happy but I’ve learned that I don’t need to be happy to be playful. AND play often lifts my spirits, even if it is temporary.
#2 I sometimes feel self-conscious about being playful
I’ve been professionally playful for over a decade — teaching improvisation, working as a drama therapist and just plain bringing my sense of play into every day life. Yet I can get in my head and self-conscious about public expressions of this playful self that is the real me. It is easy to be playful at home with my family or when my professional role calls for playfulness. More difficult is keeping that sense of play alive in my daily life when the worry voices nibble at my awareness. Even being a playful parent in public can be a challenge sometimes. There is such a culture of judgment of parents that even if no one is judging me, I’m imagining they are! And that sure does get in the way of feeling playful
#3: My playful and your playful are different…AND that is GOOD!
In general, I’m a quiet person. And so much of my playfulness shows up in a quiet way. I often have a little bit of envy of parents I meet who can rally a group of kids and energize them into active, group play. Suddenly everyone is rolling on the ground with laughter or in an amazing game of tag. That parent is usually not me.
I am I think my strength is drawing out shy kids or in smaller interactions (1 or 2 kids). I like to observe the play that is happening and find places to say “yes!” to ideas and be an aide to bring those ideas to life. Play comes in all shapes and sizes AND when I see a big person playing in a way that I enjoy (or envy), I can work to stretch myself and see what happens if I practice a different kind of play.
Do you have a playful confession to make?
This post is part of the Moms’ 30 Minute Blog Challenge over at SteadyMom…just made it in at the 30 minute mark this week!
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