For 10 years now I’ve lived in relentlessly cold climates. I’ve heard from others about winter hobbies and their importance to get through months of ice and darkness. But I never implemented what I learned from those with snowshoes. Hunkering down and returning to the human race once you remember what grass looks like is easy to let happen. But this year I got winter hobbies, and I have to say the past few months have been pretty easy. I joined a basketball camp (yes, like the one middle schoolers go to but for adults). I also signed up for improv classes. With both these activities I learned there was an extreme lack of play in my life. I’m not just talking about relaxing or hanging out. I’m talking about losing self-awerness to live a little more viscerally.
This isn’t all to say I’m not ready for spring. As soon as it hits 55 degrees I’ll be outside working on my first sunburn. Believe that.
by Channing
Mike E - Took some classes when I worked at the Improv Asylum back in the day. I’ll never forget the feeling of letting myself go and flying by the seat of my pants, shocking myself by making outlandish stories up on the spot. It was exhilarating to live, as you say, viscerally.
Happy almost-Spring.March 15, 2013 – 11:14 am
Zac Wolf - Camping…let’s do this.March 14, 2013 – 3:40 pm
Brenna Jennings - Apparently my winter hobby was attending little kid birthday parties, and when I had some spare time I’d do a lot of nose blowing. I like your idea better.March 14, 2013 – 1:13 pm