Looking into the mirror was slightly shocking, the dark circles etched under my eyes was the spokesperson for how tired I truly felt, for how tired I’m still feeling. I came home exhausted from books, note taking and exams and my mind felt like it was degenerating .On one hand it was pleading for mercy, for I to relax but on the other hand my mind was like an automatic, whirling machine which simply couldn’t stop working, couldn’t stop calculating, couldn’t stop worrying. “My gosh, I’m emotionally draining myself, ” I thought.
That thought passed away, after half an hour or so of doing the dishes, but then it came back to me as I stood in my room, and old white headphone stood there staring at me and my phone by its side. It seemed like an invitation. I had meant to throw that old headphone away, but somehow I never got to, and in this very moment of a wave of happiness for not doing so rushed through me. Slowly picking them up, excitement began to grow, “Should I or should I not_______
“You’re a kid,” I retorted to myself plaintively, “You’re a kid, no matter how grown up you feel you’re a child, don’t lose your childhood,”
And so I commenced to dance insanely, my body slowly commencing to conjoin with the rhythm of the music. The tempo of the music commenced diffusing into my blood, coursing its way inside my veins, rushing, rushing ever so frantically, childlike, and sophisticated all at the same time.
At the end of it, I was red faced, sweating, exhausted. But it felt glorious.
We all need to unleash the kid in ourselves.
P.S: Once more, this was part of Liz C project A December to Remember. Why not be kind to yourself, and check out her blog?