I participated in a conversation game this week that reminded me of the importance of fun and games. I thank the people who opened themselves up and made a connection with the group by sharing something about themselves. They contributed to my appreciation of the art of play.
As a child, I was raised under an umbrella of rules that were intended to teach me that hard work was rewarded and having fun was unproductive, or a waste of time. My life experiences reinforced this lesson and I was proud of the accomplishments my hard work resulted in. It wasn't till much later, as an adult, that I began to value fun for more than its ability to restore my energy.
At some point, I began to feel that coined phrase, "there must be more to life". I had created a lifestyle pattern of working so hard that it took doing nothing just to rejuvenate myself. Time was a precious commodity. It had to be spent productively; anything else was a personal indulgence.
By the time I finally saw that the solution was a simple one, I had grown rusty at the art of play.
I love people who see humour in the little things in life. I strive to be more like them. If I can find the fun in the small moments of each day, I feel happier.
When I am happier, more good times come my way.
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