I (very) recently got my first tattoo. I remember in college when my friends starting getting them – I couldn’t decide what to get permanently stamped on my body. Nothing stood out and I didn’t want to spend the money on something impersonal. And so I waited; finding lots of good ideas but no real urgency or motivation. Now that I’m older, there is less thought of permanence and less worry about practicalities.
In the throws of the past year, I have to deal with what I already knew; my life is too tied up in work. In creating other peoples art, solving other peoples problems, sharing my limited knowledge with people who may not even ask or care. Having an exempt position and several bosses somewhat paying attention – not to me, but making sure I am working, whether or not they pay attention to what – that I am working on and most certainly not giving me any tasks, just working until I miss something or drop the ball and then I’m not working enough. I say to myself too often, “they don’t care” and I’m fairly certain I’m right.
I am, or have made myself, a workaholic. With having little of an outside personal life, I have relied too much on work and co-workers for social engagement. I’m trying to branch out. At work I’ve resigned to a poker face (or bitch face, if you prefer) and I want to be a mystery because I’m pretty sure they don’t care – not enough to ask me directly, of course. That would require them talking to me. And so, I needed a permanent reminder to “play”.
I’m sure “play” means different things to different people. I have no access to a swing as illustrated on my forearm, but the simplicity of the design and idea struck me. A swing is simple, thrilling and there is always time for it should it be available. I may spend a Saturday cleaning carpets and creating a meal plan, but I will benefit from it, and allow myself to “play” when I have more time and opportunity to do so. I still enjoy sewing, but it isn’t necessarily an active hobby. However, making things for myself and grateful friends is “play” to me – especially knowing it will help with their “play”. Self care is also “play” – getting a manicure, shaving, a facial, etc. Eating a meal at a restaurant can be considered “play”. Going to my favorite bar where they know my name is “play”. Walking my dog in the hopes that she’ll quit using the carpet is exercise for both of us and also “play”. I can take pride at doing for myself on my own time, instead of waiting for the next work day to arrive.
I do want to find another hobby – an active one. One that requires “play” – maybe a sport? a club? Something with a bit of whimsey and social engagement with people I don’t work with. A regularly scheduled something that I can insist on not missing – plan around = scheduled fun. I used to plan everything around an 11 am yoga class, maybe I’ll get into that again. I’m still working on it – it’s scary to find the right group, the right event and I’m no longer adventurous in trying new things on my own. In the mean time, “play” is what you make it, and I’m doing for myself.