Just dance it out.
In Grey's Anatomy, Christina and Meredith dance it out whenever they're experiencing problems. I just did that without hardly realizing what I was doing, and it felt amazing.
Self: Dance more often. Dance ridiculous and frequently. You feel better.
Onto another topic.
What does it say about me when my boss asks me what I do for fun and I have no answer?
I came into Parking today to wrap up and go to class, Jeremy (boss) was the only person in the room. As I made meaningless small talk about going to class he asked me what I do for fun.
My response was sit. I sit because sitting always feels so good. He responded with something similar to "It probably is when all you do is move."
I racked my brain for more responses, to give my life more meaning to the sense of the question. I came up with concerts-when was the last time I went to a show? I don't even like shows anymore. Then I decided on Travel. That would be true if I gave myself time to travel.
What does this say? What does this mean? I mean, overall I would say I have fun in life. But do I have fun outside of my scheduled, required committments?
What have I become?
When I think about weekends, I'm either eating out (all I do-bah), dragging Eamonn around Old Town, laying around his/my house, going to Denver to do something for my family, working. All social activities I either check out before I even get there or I depend on Eamonn to decide to go to. I can't even go to the bar with "friends" and have a good time. I'm always looking for an out, and then I get out.
Have I lost the art of 'hanging out'? Have I lost myself so deeply into my committments that I don't know what I enjoy without it being required of me? Have I been reduced to scripted lines, posed faces and sterile laughs to pass my free time?
And, is it okay to rely on these committments? I mean, I Love SLiCE/Alt Breaks. I love those people, have a blast at work/meetings, and I dig half my parking crew. But do I enjoy these so much because I can escape the social requirements with the excuse of scheduled tasks?
I am seriously 15 years old again with absolutely no idea who I am or what I like.
Self: Dance more often. Dance ridiculous and frequently. You feel better.
Onto another topic.
What does it say about me when my boss asks me what I do for fun and I have no answer?
I came into Parking today to wrap up and go to class, Jeremy (boss) was the only person in the room. As I made meaningless small talk about going to class he asked me what I do for fun.
My response was sit. I sit because sitting always feels so good. He responded with something similar to "It probably is when all you do is move."
I racked my brain for more responses, to give my life more meaning to the sense of the question. I came up with concerts-when was the last time I went to a show? I don't even like shows anymore. Then I decided on Travel. That would be true if I gave myself time to travel.
What does this say? What does this mean? I mean, overall I would say I have fun in life. But do I have fun outside of my scheduled, required committments?
What have I become?
When I think about weekends, I'm either eating out (all I do-bah), dragging Eamonn around Old Town, laying around his/my house, going to Denver to do something for my family, working. All social activities I either check out before I even get there or I depend on Eamonn to decide to go to. I can't even go to the bar with "friends" and have a good time. I'm always looking for an out, and then I get out.
Have I lost the art of 'hanging out'? Have I lost myself so deeply into my committments that I don't know what I enjoy without it being required of me? Have I been reduced to scripted lines, posed faces and sterile laughs to pass my free time?
And, is it okay to rely on these committments? I mean, I Love SLiCE/Alt Breaks. I love those people, have a blast at work/meetings, and I dig half my parking crew. But do I enjoy these so much because I can escape the social requirements with the excuse of scheduled tasks?
I am seriously 15 years old again with absolutely no idea who I am or what I like.