One of my strangest (and most vivid) memories in Cardiff must be a friend yelling at me to FLY LIKE AN AEROPLANE. In public. Behind the law school.
It's part of the 'enforced fun' he strong-armed me into having, because I was so wound up about work and perfectionism to the point where it's clearly not helping, and I'm on the trajectory towards some magnificent burnout.
I haven't had that much fun in ages. Remind me to stop being such a driven perfectionist and start learning how to enjoy people and enjoy being with people?