I never really sit and think about my past. It might be because I don’t remember my actual past. But I never sit and think about the “what-ifs” of my life. I know that a lot of people reminisce about the good ole days or it would have been so much different if I had done (insert any life-changing event here) differently. I’ve never been one to do that. I pretty much take life as it comes and I learned a long time ago that regrets are for those doomed to stay in the past.
So I try not to think about how I could have done things differently. I try to think more of the present day and how I can do things differently now.
Tonight I had rehearsals for a show I am doing with a bunch of other women in a couple weeks. And as I was learning new dance moves and looking kind of like an uncoordinated marionette, I had this memory of when I was in high school, in the Drama Club and how much I loved being on stage. I’m pretty sure it probably made me just as terrified back then but maybe not because teenagers are fearless and I guess I may have been one of them.
So, I’m performing in a couple of weeks. Not only am I doing a solo spoken word piece, I’m also dancing in two numbers. And I didn’t really know how much joy this thing was going to bring me. When I was first invited to participate, I wasn’t going to do it. But the more I thought about it, there was just something deep down in my soul that wouldn’t let me sleep at night. And when I said yes, I found a little bit of happy. But tonight as things started to come together and the day is rapidly approaching, I was filled with joy.
Such a little thing that takes up a little over an hour a week has changed my life. Not drastically, but in a little yet significant way.
Plus, I got to put on makeup and have my picture taken for the headshots for the program and that, too, reminded me of my childhood a little bit. In another life, I probably would have been a model (if my mom hadn’t said no) or an actress (if I hadn’t moved schools in high school). Not that those two things (being on stage or in front of a camera) would have brought me joy back then, but tonight, it made me feel so alive.
It made me start thinking how right the experts are about making time for yourself. I’m one of the lucky ones who are pretty good at making time for myself. I do it a lot. Probably even selfishly, but I think it’s a really important part of staying healthy. But I know a lot of people who don’t do enough of it. And that just sucks.
So I encourage you, if you have some hidden passion or some love that you locked up tightly in a box with your flute and your paintbrushes, I would urge you to get them out and give them a try. Even if it’s only for an hour a week. It will make such a difference. Your family will thank you for it because you will be so much happier and more content.
All the experts can’t be wrong, can they?