I was in a coaching session with a client last week. She’s been going through a rough time, and she’s found some unexpected solace in painting. As we talked about it, I detected some judgment from her, so I asked her about it, and she said, “Well, I’m not an artist, and unless you’re an artist, grown-ups don’t paint.”
Yeah? Who says?
Why did you give up things that brought you joy because you became an adult, a professional, a parent, or an executive? You may resent Covid for taking away some of your freedoms, but do you ever stop to think about what you’ve denied yourself simply because time passed?
Life can feel like Groundhog Day in the absence of play, joyful activities, and spontaneity. And unlike Covid--which we can’t control--we have agency over whether we pick up a paintbrush, build that Lego tower, or dig out the clarinet from the back of the closet.