turtle time!

"playing hard." what does that mean to you?

Does it mean you tire yourself, running after a ball toward a common goal?

Or does it mean chasing laughter like a butterfly on a windy day?

Maybe it means abandoning yourself to that inner child where laughter dwells and dreams collide with hope, colliding yet again with impossibilities?

For me, playing hard is finding that area where you push the worries, the grown-up fears, the hassle and stress, and run headlong into the life you want; the life you desire!

It's a journey, rather than a destination. And though it changes with you, it stays the same in the spirit of what it is.

It's that non-judgmental voice that frees you from the burden of your fears.

I believe playing hard is worth fighting for and worth having. Why don't more of us play hard? Why don't we run after it like it's our last chance at finding freedom?

My son in his turtle costume is playing hard. His focused energy colliding with his little dreams, manifesting itself in the form of" play." He yells, "daddy, play with me!" and promptly runs to get the broom so I can sword fight with him as he grabs an old plastic window rod. "let's wrestle!" he exclaims with more vigor than i felt I had all day. And yet, when I do listen and play, running through the parking lot, screaming at the top of my lungs, jumping through mud puddles in the rain, and catching him as he falls, I find true joy and I find myself playing hard.

Comments

[Tom]

CUTE!!

[gwen]

i miss that little rascal :)

[j w bjerk]

i don't often say this, but...

"awww"