What Playing Hooky Taught Me

{{It’s got something to do with love.}}

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As of late, I’ve played hooky TWICE in one week. I skipped and scampered off to do little adventures. For instance, I surprised my daughter at her work. She had been asking all summer for me to visit but of course ‘I was too busy and had to work.’ However, one day, I put busy on hold with a boulder, a wide broom, whipped cream, hot fudge and a cherry slightly slipping off the top. I didn’t want accuracy. I needed whimsical.

I felt giddy like I was breaking an invisible adult-ish code ‘you should do everything BUT have some fun.’ Said a voice that sounded very familiar to “Clean your room! Polish the silver! Iron the clothes! Dust, dust, dust. Vacuum. Start dinner. Polish the shoes. There’s no time for play. There’s work to be done.”

I told that old irritating voice ‘be gone!’ And heard a neighbor’s backdoor slam so loud that I jumped. The spirit world hears us.

Nevertheless, as I drove, I got all sweaty from being excited but also waiting to get in trouble. It’s an odd mix when the past conflicts with the present, so I turned the car stereo louder and sang stronger.

We met for lunch. Slices of pizza, as a matter of fact, AND iced-lattes, sitting outside at a tiny table for two totally enjoying ourselves on that sunny-filled afternoon for thirty (!!!!) fine, fine, fine minutes. Afterwards I purchased a few odds and ends — a particular lotion that smelled of lavender and fairies and some lemon & rosemary hand soap, oh!!! and coconut scented shower gel!!! Then drove home the longish way down a winding road anchored by tree-friends. I had the car stereo jamming and me singing so damn free, one might think I did this frequently.

Arriving back home was equally delicious. Everything was the same and it was really okay.

Nothing changed there — but I did.

I wore a smile that came from joy that mirrored the sun and felt the earth. I tasted those damn beautiful trees, each one on that drive home. I closed my eyes and felt my daughter’s ‘happy’ sitting across from me. At that very moment my phone blinked a message: “Thanks mom!!! That was sooooooo much fun!!! I love you!!!”

Love and joy and fun are such a beautiful mystery to learn and explore and feel and be with.

I’m learning and grateful. Much love, Carolyn

Carolyn Riker is a poet, writer and author. She has two books of poetry: Blue Clouds and This is Love. In addition to writing, she has a private practice as a highly sensitive mental health therapist. If you would like to read more of her words, follow her on Facebook at Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC.

Dreamer. Poet. HSP. Empath. Licensed MH Therapist. 3 books published. 3X Top Writer. Love espressos & my chunky cat. www.carolynriker.com

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