Maybe there isn’t more to life than jumping in puddles…

In an attempt to keep the winter blues at bay – yeah I kinda succumb to them sometimes – I threw myself into making some Christmas decorations this weekend.  There’s quite a lot to be said for getting crafty.  I decided to go at it with Fimo and make some gift tags to hang on presents.

Fimo is a bit like plasticine.  When you’ve made your whatever you bake it in the oven for 30 mins and like magic it hardens.  Standing in the kitchen playing with all these nice colours, rolling them up, squidging them into shapes I realised that it’s actually quite nice just to play.  For about 30 mins there I wasn’t even a grown up, and do you know what, it felt pretty good.

How often as adults do we actually have that carefree abandon that kids have when they play?  Ever wondered why kids go splashing through puddles?  With my wellies on this week I did just that and it felt great.

If only I had my wellies on I'd be right in that puddle.

Now before you think I’m going to be stopping off at the swing park on the way to work…… actually that’s maybe not a bad idea.  When was the last time you were on a swing?

No maybe not. Actually as grown ups I think we are encouraged not to delve into childlike behaviour. It’s kind of frowned upon. I suppose you can sort of understand it, but looking at the two ladies in the picture above – tell me honestly, if you walked past the park and saw them up to their shenanigans would they not make you smile? Well there you are then.

OK so you might have to tag along with your kids or your grandkids if you want a go on the swings, but if you’re not up for that then for even just 15 mins do something that makes you forget you’re an adult. Sing, dance, whatever it takes – because, do you know what these little people have got this happiness thing figured out big time.