Ways that I indulge, listen to, or notice my inner 5 year old.
Jumping as high as possible when the elevator in my office starts to go down. I swear I gain like 4 inches on my vertical. The possibility (however imagined) that I will land too heavily in the elevator and have a hair raising fall from the 25th floor is exhilarating every time.
Attempting perfect 360 spins on one foot in my dressy work shoes on the stone floors of the office. The possibility that an adult will happen upon me in the middle of this harmless game is part of the excitement.
Does typing at my desk at home in my underwear indulge my inner 5 year old? No, that's my inner exhibitionist.
How do you?