Puddle Jumping In The Rain

by Dian Reid-Jancic· Follow Dian on

Puddle jumping in the rain. That’s what I did today. Literally. The rain outside got me thinking about how it hardly rains in Southern California. And how much I love the rain as a result. And how I began loving the rain when I was a kid. And how I’d go out into the alley way behind our house and stomp from one end to the other, through the middle of every puddle I could possibly find. And how it never occurred to me to be sad when it wasn’t raining, but appreciate the rain when it came.

So today, I appreciated the rain. I paid homage to the rain by jumping up and down in puddles and street gutters and sidewalk cracks and anywhere there was enough water to make a splash. I know what you’re thinking. “What if it didn’t rain near my house and I didn’t get to jump in puddles today, Dian?!” Oh, that’s not what you’re thinking? It should be.
As I was dancing around in the water, running up and down the alley way, splashing around in the middle of the street, people were driving by in their cars and walking by under their umbrellas. And they were looking at us (I asked if anyone wanted to join me in jumping around in puddles in the rain, and landed myself a puddle partner) like we were crazy. Or they were trying to figure out how old we were, and then looking at us like we were crazy when they realized we were not eight-year-old girls. I couldn’t have been happier. Except…

There was a little part of me that wanted to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment. I was dancing around in the rain, in the streets for all these people to see and judge me. What was I thinking?? Who did I think I was?? People might think I look silly, or worse, stupid, or worse, CRAZY. And then…

Who cares what they think? I don’t care if they think I’m crazy, I know I’m not. I know I’m enjoying a piece of my childhood that doesn’t come around every day. I’m taking an active part in creating Happy in my life. As I danced and splashed around, I felt the child in my soul become ever-present. She was alive and well, and as long as she was focused on seeing how high she could get the water to splash up in the air, she didn’t notice the guy in the trash truck rubber-neck it to catch of glimpse of the crazy ladies soaked in rain water. As long as the child in my soul was in charge, nothing anyone else did or thought made a bit of difference to me; I was Happy.

We winded ourselves with random sprints and jumps and twirls and kicks, and almost as quickly as it all started, it was time to dry ourselves off. Time to exchange cold rain water for hot shower water. Time to leave the dancing splashes behind. Time to thank the child in my soul for stopping by and remind her to stop by again soon (and maybe more often). Time to return to thirty-four and the adult life I’ve created for myself. I know what you’re thinking. “Boring!”

I actually might have gotten that one right this time. Who wants to go back to reality when you’ve just awakened the child inside? But it’s a lot easier than you think. It’s a matter of taking that childlike energy you’ve just reconnected with and introducing that energy to whatever you’re returning to. This makes sitting down to write a blog post fun. This makes taking phone calls interesting. This makes calling the IRS a joy. Okay, not that last one, but think about taking a child-like-FUN approach to whatever it is you do all day long. No really; think.

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