For as far back in memory as I can remember, I have loved roller skating. I don’t know how I received my first pair of roller skates - the strap on your shoes variety - but they were always there. Then I graduated to actual skates around my sixth or seventh birthday. They were white with red trim and red wheels and a Care Bear, because I collected them, adorning the outer side of the skate. They were a prized possession.
Being naturally athletic I picked up skating quickly and balance was never an issue. I would get lost in skating for hours, alone or with my siblings. It didn’t matter where as long as the surface wasn’t too textured. Once there was even a time I spent an afternoon with my cousin and we only had one pair of roller skates. We split the pair, I wearing the left and she the right, and we rolled around the concrete floor of her unfinished basement creating one legged dance routines. One pair was not going to stop us!
Later in my adolescence I was introduced to an actual skating rink! The music, the lights, the endless hours of skating in circles on a smooth surface would erase everything in my mind that was keeping me from floating and daydreaming. It was an escape and a perfect one.
Today, one question I always ask a client is: What did you do as a child that you would get lost in? You were so immersed in the activity you lost all track of time and presence. That activity says a lot about who you are as an individual, but also about what you should be doing as an adult. Perhaps not the literal activity but some variation or metaphor of that activity.
In my case, I wanted the literal version. I wanted to feel free again. Happy and laughing, wheeling around with music flowing in my ears. So I put it on the year of the 40 list!
Much to my surprise, although I should have known because cc pays attention, I received a pair of purple velvet skates for my birthday! The real deal, and in my favorite color. I was so giddy that I couldn’t even wait to put them on, which is why you see me in jeans putting them on in my closet.
After testing them out a few times I’m a little rusty, but the feeling of pure bliss is no doubt, still there. This is probably one of the best gifts I have received because it’s more than the gift of skates. So, if you a see a forty year old coming at you with stripped socks and jamming while she skates, don’t mind me. I’m just getting lost in joy.