Erica Skye

Let me ask you something, and I want you to actually think about it.

When was the last time you did something just because it made you happy? Not because it was productive. Not because it was on your to-do list. Not because someone needed something from you. Just… because you wanted to.

If you had to think about it for more than five seconds, this post is for you!

Adulting is a trap (and we all fell for it)

There’s this weird thing that happens when you grow up. You get so busy being responsible, handling bills, work, kids, obligations, and expectations that somewhere along the way, you just stop playing. Stop creating. Stop being curious about things for no reason other than the fact that they look fun.

Nobody tells you it’s happening either. You just wake up one day and realize the last time you did something purely for yourself was embarrassingly long ago.

That was me. I used to be so imaginative. Big ideas, always creating something, always building things in my own little world. Then life got loud, and that part of me got quiet.

So I made a decision to get her back.

What getting back to yourself actually looks like

It’s not always a grand gesture. Sometimes it’s just saying, “I wonder if I could do that,” and then actually doing it.

For me, it looked like picking up creative tools again. Canva, Adobe, video editing, and building things digitally. I forgot how good it feels to make something from nothing. That creative flow I had as a kid? Still here- just needed an invitation.

It looked like finally signing up for a pottery class. Pottery is humbling, by the way. That clay does not care about your plans, haha! But there’s something so grounding about sitting at a wheel, fully present, not thinking about anything else. Exactly what I needed.

Then there was the balloon arch situation. Truly did not see that one coming. One random day, I decided I wanted to make one, and now? I make balloon arches. Just like that. Sometimes the hobby finds you.

I got back in the water, swimming more, being near the ocean as much as possible. Water is my therapy. Always has been.

And then there’s EDC. Twice a year, I’m in that crowd, under those lights, completely lost in the music (and completely found at the same time). If you’ve never experienced 150,000 people all feeling the same thing simultaneously, add it to your list. It does something to you that’s hard to explain.

Your turn

I’m not saying you need to build a balloon arch or rage at a music festival (although… don’t knock it, haha!).

I’m saying, what did you love doing before life told you to be serious?

Maybe it’s painting. Maybe it’s dancing in your kitchen. Maybe it’s writing, gardening, puzzles, rollerskating, or cooking elaborate meals for no reason. Whatever it is, it’s still in you.

You don’t need a sign-up sheet, a reason, or anyone’s permission. Just a free afternoon and a little bit of that imagination you’ve been sitting on.

Give yourself that. You’ve been showing up for everyone else. It’s your turn.

What’s something you used to love that you want to pick back up? Drop it in the comments. Let’s remind each other.

– Erica Skye