Some days will be dog days.
- Not necessarily bad days.
- Just sort of neutral.
- Needing more zing.
Today was one of those days.
- So I took time to enjoy my girls.
- GiGi even let me take a selfie with her.
- (But not too often – she does have her limits!)
What’s on your joy-boosting list?
Growing up, emotions were not a priority.
- Only a limited range was allowed at home.
- We were never allowed to go to bed mad.
- I became a master of being emotionally contained.
As an adult, I still stifled my emotions.
- I’m a pro at reading others.
- A rock in someone’s storm.
- A safe space for others to release and explore.
And then came my improv class…
- Last night we worked on escalating.
- Taking things up or down.
- Including emotions.
One exercise involved me telling my scene partner what I would do because I hated him so much.
- We were to start at a level one and build to a ten.
- Build with emotions, energy and outrageousness of what was said.
- One-upmanship at its best.
We started small.
- I hate you so much I’m going to give you a paper cut and put lemon on it.
- The first few upgrades were sort of silly.
- And the energy was building.
We both got into the escalation – and the dance took off.
- Our movement.
- Our crazy threats.
- Our emotions.
Two-thirds through, the teacher told us to shift to describing how we would kill each other as we escalated.
- I hate you so much I’m going to kill you by…
- For someone who was not allowed to get mad growing up, this was a really trippy exercise.
- (I have also promised myself to not hold back in improv.)
When I reached my level ten I was ROARING with anger.
- Thankfully my partner gave as good as he got so our energy was strongly balanced.
- When it was done I almost passed out.
- Took some time to get that energy out of my body.
I’ve noticed with emotional exercises, when I’m in my zone, I don’t just be an emotion, I become it.
- In some ways, it’s like being a tourist in my own body.
- I get to check out different states each week.
- And while I don’t usually roar with anger, I am much more aware of how I am feeling since starting improv.
How do you expand your emotional range so you can experience joy more clearly?
My brain churned and churned into the night.
- It’s like the ideas had to come out.
- Really exciting stuff.
- Bigger than I’ve ever thought before.
I dropped with exhaustion when I finally went to bed.
- Slept hard.
- Didn’t move.
- Don’t remember any dreams.
I woke up quiet.
- I’m sitting with all the concepts.
- Like a pot of sauce that gets richer and richer as flavors release.
- Reflectively contemplating.
I almost didn’t blog today.
- But decided that would be wrong.
- I’m learning the joy path is not single note of the bubbly excitement.
- Even in my quiet today, there is a subtle joy that’s coming from knowing.
How do you allow your joy to come through as you honor your quiet times?