"Why so serious?" The quote above, made famous by the late Heath Ledger's Joker character in the Dark Knight series, raises an interesting conversation: Why are we so serious? What causes us to be so hesitant to let loose? I understand people have an obligation to provide for their families and need to focus on their career a majority of the time. I would recommend individuals attempt to have fun with their work, but many need an almost somber attitude to reach their goals and that's ok too. The second that timecard is punched the seriousness can remain behind. There is a difference in goofy and immature, although the two can cross paths. I have no issue with either, although the time and place for each can be debated. There is no doubt I am immature around my closest friends, yet those I meet in the business world see only the severity in my actions. My family gets the kooky version, my fiancé the cute version, my co-workers the responsible version, etc. The point of this post is disappearing quick as I describe all the ridiculous adaptations of myself. Life is stressful and times are hard. Strive to achieve your goals. Soak in as much information as you can. Find time to have fun. Chasing your dreams is a hell of a lot more fun with a smile on your face. Fallon and I were recently burdened with the pressures of planning our wedding 1,500 miles away from home. Work was overwhelming and the to-do list was never-ending. There was no better time to hit the refresh button. It was the perfect instance to unleash the inner child. Tucson boasts a local indoor trampoline park called "AZ Air Time." It appears to be a popular destination for youth birthday parties and after-school activities. That certainly didn't stop Fallon and I from taking our turn. Five minutes in I was breathing harder and sweating more profusely than Makena Morley post-race. I didn't care. AZ Air Time has trampolines connected to basketball hoops which was right up my alley. 10 minutes of embarrassing slam-dunk action later, I pulled a muscle in my right shoulder. I still didn't care. We spent every minute of our money's worth bouncing around, flipping into the styrofoam pit and laughing like schoolgirls on the playground. Every teenage employee watched us make fools of ourselves with judging looks on their faces. The children playing trampoline dodgeball laughed as I missed dunk after dunk. There was no denying the amount of fun the two oldest participants were having.
The next day I set off to work sore and exhausted. The ibuprofen had yet to kick in to kill the aching in my back with every breath. The Colombian roast was slowly kick-starting my sensors. The grin on my face and memories dancing in my brain were unmistakable. Embarrassing one's self is not for everyone. Trampolines may not be the first choice for fun. But the options are literally unlimited. Step away from the seriousness of work, finances and stress and find a way to unleash your own inner child. Even if it kicks your ass, you'll thank yourself later.
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AuthorRichie is a small-town boy chasing big-city dreams. When he's not involved with sports, he's spending time with his wife, Fallon; their yorkie, Tinker; and their Rhodesian Ridgeback, Rosie. Archives
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