Standing in Your Own Power: Why so Serious? Practice Whimsy.

Have you seen Fond of Snape’s 365 days series? That woman really gets whimsy!
This post is part of an on-going series inspired by reader’s comments to this initial post. To read all the posts on Standing in Your Own Power, click here.
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My favorite form of exercise is swimming, which I do several times a week. Conventional wisdom says I should follow a training program. You know the drill — so many laps of this kind of stroke, so many of that. Instead, I tend to just lollygag along with a nice even-paced breaststroke. Why? So I can concentrate. On what you say? On fan fiction.
As an NF (as in Meyers Briggs ENFJ) I get super-involved with stories. There is an almost constant narrative going on in my head. I wonder what the deal is with that older woman with 4 babies in one stroller? What would have happened if I had done drama in college? Where did the bus driver immigrate from? This is especially true for me with TV characters. I finished Big Love season 3 weeks ago, and I’m still wondering “How is Margene’s small business going?” When I watch a story I get very, VERY involved.
But I’m also a high ranking “J” in Meyers Briggs, which means I am quite serious most of the time. I wonder a lot about the merits of my decisions. I worry almost obsessively over the question, “What’s next?” All that worry and wondering can be powerful. It lets me live with intention and encourages me to cast my Mondo Beyondo dreams out into the Universe. But it can also become a burden, weighing me down and making me curmudgeonly.
I used to use my pool time to make plans for the day, writing and re-writing long tuex duex lists in my head and hoping I’d remember them until I could get my hands on a pen. Then one day I found my mind wandering to some TV show or another, creating a new plot line for a favorite character.
“Nonsense,” said my Gremlins. “What a waste of time.” (Gremlins are very good at listening to Conventional Wisdom.)
“Voila!” said The Muse. “Embrace whimsy.”
And so now as I swim, I write stories in my head. Right now I’m enjoying a sub-plot for the character of Walter Bishop on The Fringe. He delights me. In my whimsical version he is the benevolent ringmaster of a traveling circus. I think it may all be in his mind — a sort of coping mechanism during his stay in the mental institution. It’s ever so entertaining and makes 45 minutes of lap time just fly by!
Now, if you are still with me you may be wondering, “What has this got to do with standing in your own power?” In response I ask you to remember that whimsy is the antidote to blind obedience. Practicing Whimsy helps you thumb your nose at what “they” say. It tunes into your internal voice of play and wonder, and turns down the overly-ambitious workaholic voice that our consumerist, Protestant-work-ethic culture has hammered into our heads. It frees you.
Go ahead, give it at try. What whimsical impulse lies at the tip of your tongue? Here are some fun ones I can think of:
-Buy a basket of strawberries (yes, even out of season.)
-Use Crayolas.
-Ask a stranger to let you pet their puppy.
-That thing you loved doing as a kid — rollerskating, making models, lining up the dominoes. Do it again.
-Spin in circles until you collapse on the grass. Watch the clouds spin.
-Wear ponytails, braids, striped socks.
What will you do today to re-introduce yourself to whimsy? Tell us in the comments below and be an inspiration to our oh-so-serious selves. To read more about Whimsy, click here and here.
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6 comments
I never can remember what meyers briggs I am. INFJ? Maybe. Anyway, I’m far too serious for my own good. I guess that’s why the J? I always thought it weird, since I’m pretty non judgmental, but perhaps it means something different.
Today to be whimsical, I am going to sing all day, as much as I can. I am going to…draw silly faces. I’ve already helped me kids plan a pirate penny carnival, although I was pretty serious about it. There will be a petting zoo of octopi, seamonsters, parrots, monkeys, ships cats and bilge rats. I will make them out of felt. But not today. that’s a lot of making. And I have singing to do. I also ripped up an old tshirt to turn into a shredded scarf. Is that whimsy or just destruction/deconstruction?
I’m an INFJ. I am glad that I’m not the only one with the mental narrative thing going on! I’m often accused to being too serious and overthinking everything. (I do overthink everything.)
Whimsy, I have to agree, is a good antidote. Lately, I’ve been using whimsy to guide what I photograph. I used to do fan fiction, though. (Buffy and X-men movieverse fan fiction, to be more precise.) And sometimes there is the odd impulse buy, like these cute, bright pink canvas sneakers I bought on clearance. And, in reference to Rowena’s comment about singing, I sing a lot…Anytime I’m alone, in the shower, and sometimes while I’m just out and about I find myself humming whatever song is stuck in my head. :)
Long live whimsy!
Thank you so much for your lovely comment and for this post! How serendipitous (yes, I had to think about that one). I get so serious on my blog and I need to continue to practice letting go of my habit to be so serious about life (because if nothing’s ever good enough its hard to laugh). Thanks also for your offer to link my post, I’m much honoured! It’s amazing how interconnected life becomes when practicing mindfulness and self-nurture. I’ve become less grasping, less obsessed with measuring up with “things”, less wasteful and more inspired by the little things in life. I’m pleased to meet you! And happy to be connected to this space and these thoughts. Now enough of being so serious! I’m going to get my whimsy on!
New reader. A recovering evangelical. Also an ENFJ. Recent move to dream house that is currently in shambles. First bout with pneumonia. Three school-aged homeschooled kids. Work-at-home husband (why has this been our goal?). I can’t tell you how much I needed this reminder today. Now I know why I’m currently obsessed with Glee and need oh so much more glee! Thank you!!
I read an entire Hardy Boys mystery after Alberto went to bed. Gremlins finally gave up telling me all the more important things I could have been doing. I love it when the gremlins give up!
I’m wearing pigtails right this minute. And last night I went to my first Roller Derby bout. Now I’m aching to get into a pair of fishnet stockings and roller skates!
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