My 70th Post!
Life sometimes spontaneously takes me by surprise. And if I can play with it—well that is the best kind of play. Yesterday was that kind of day for me.
Yesterday was a school day—one of those busy, go from one activity to another without much down time in-between kind of days. No down time means no think time so I was just going about doing my thing, knowing that until 9:00 that night the pace would be quick and the down time would be zero (I teach a grad class on Monday nights). I also knew that to grade and prepare for my Thursday night grad class, and to do my commitment toward March blogging, I would be up very late on Tuesday and Wednesday. No time for play…even though I am writing about it every day.
I am accepting of that reality. I am not happy about the pace right now, but I made choices, all good, that are creating that pace through May. I am being playful about the pace. I know that play is an attitude that goes beyond time and busyness. And I would be fooling myself not to understand that play cannot be sustained with this pace. It can’t live and be cultivated in a new way when time is not devoted to it.
Back to my story...I was leaving work and a co-worker said that tomorrow would likely be a snow day. I listened and laughed about how I would wear my PJ’s inside out and do a little snow dance before I went to bed, but seriously didn’t ponder the possibility. I live in upstate-NY and we are a rugged bunch when it comes to snow days. We can get a foot of snow and it is cleaned up in an hour. So, putting my PJ’s on inside out and doing a little snow dance doesn’t carry a lot of power.
Off I went to my grad class. The day was actually a 50 degree, balmy Rochester day. The thought of snow was just a whisper. I went from one busy, go from one activity to another as I arrived to teach grad students about reading and writing through their practicum experience. Into the evening a student began to announce the different schools that were closed the next day. Unexpectedly, spontaneously, my school was announced. I was giddy with happiness. I was given an unexpected gift of time.
At class end, I walked out into the 50 degree evening doing a little happy dance. Who knows what the weather will be tomorrow. I do know that I have been given some time. Time to catch up. Time to play. Time for spontaneous connection. As I went to bed that night, in celebration, I put my PJ’s on inside out and followed up my happy dance with a snow dance. Life is good. Tonight I sleep. Tomorrow I play.
Sometimes that’s all that is needed for spontaneity is time. And time can be planned or sometimes—with the help of weather is a gift.
PLAY-TITUDE #11: Spontaneity is play’s companion. Grab it whenever you can!
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