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Happy 2nd birthday to you, Gemma! We love your playful spirit and your generous heart. We look forward to watching you change and grow even more in the years to come! 🐺❤️
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I remember the day when I decided that I was incapable of using my body the way other people around me could. I was in primary school and my friends would help each other doing handstands and falling and laughing and I clearly remember me being so fucking scared of even trying to go upside down. I didn’t even know what it meant putting my hands to the ground, feel the fresh grass caressing my hands. I remember being scared. Of EVERYTHING. I had created my own demons in my head and I would be terrified in even trying to do something with my body that wouldn’t involve sitting, eating, talking, reading. I used to get exhausted with very small amount of exercise and have to sit out in games because I was embarrassed about the fact that I wasn’t fast enough to catch my friends.
I also remember when, as a teenage, I got obsessed by looking thin and small and sort of gave up any upper body exercises because I didn’t like my arms getting bigger.
I remember my 20-21 year old me thinking: Shit I have missed out on that part of my life, the playful me, the sporty me, the energetic me, now I’m gonna have to be an adult forever without having had the opportunity to be a real kid. I thought I totally f***ed it up and there’s no going back.
Then, One day I went to @theprojectclimbingcentre and decided to be a kid for a day. That day changed my life. I was scared, I was tired, I was annoyed at myself for being so mediocre but I loved it. so much that ever since I decided to be a kid, as much as I can, everyday of my life.
Then I met people like @skoti_xa@kat_loveday@email@example.com@leonwilson93@vvvenomous (unfinished list) And realised it was possible in so many different ways. And not only they guided me to a more conscious way of playing but also they supported me in my personal growth (or shall I say ungrowth? 😏😂) and now I can’t waaaait to share this yoga and Climbing journey of mine with everyone who wants to find their inner playful child and break those irrational fears and habits.
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When I was little my grandmother used to say “try try try again” Practise being the method of perfecting skills and knowledge. Now I like to think, “practise makes permanent” there’s too much pressure to strive for perfection for children.
Childhood is a time for mistakes, for learning through living and space to work through challenges. It’s a time for repetition and mastery of skills, skills which make permanent pathways in their brains to last a lifetime.
Children will practise life skills through repetition, through watching you and from interactions with others. Making whatever it is fun, playful and engaging is the trick to “sticky learning.”
There’s really no need to drill children on their timestables, spellings or naming capital cities (unless you’re testing their memory skills?!) Learning should be there to be enjoyed, a skill to be prolonged through life, constantly curious into adulthood.
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My age... I'm 40. These last few months, I am really starting to look my age. Sometimes, I get a surge of panic knowing that there is no possible way I can do with my life all the things I want to do. I'm so very curious about the world that I have so many explorations I'd like to make. I'm only now able to find my footing into my body and life. It feels sometimes very late as I'm still in this process.
My soul is heavy. Always has been. As a kid, I didn't play like other kids. I didn't really do things much with friends. I didn't play with toys. I told stories to myself. I'd walk around outside or in the hills and tell elaborate stories that sometimes were so real, I thought they were really happening. I tried to make sense of things I heard adults say. I convinced myself I understood and would plan what it meant for me and how I could help in my head. For most of my adult life and especially the last 5 years, I have become increasingly obsessed with healing myself and helping others heal to the point of near madness and detriment.
I took these selfies of my 40 year old wrinkles that come out when I move my face with the word "playful" in mind. I don't know a lot about what that even feels like. I know some people can bring it out of me as I have lost myself in a good way at times with their help. It felt mostly forced here, but maybe I can see some moments where I felt silly enough to let go.
What does being a playful adult mean to you?