Deeply play…

I played today.  Deeply played.  I got up this morning, conducted my two client practices and before high noon I was pedaling my bike toward Plain City.  The wind was howling at 25mph and I was riding right into it’s teeth. I hardly noticed as I slowly allowed all my senses take in the scenery.  I left my computer behind so I wouldn’t be tempted to care about pace or distance.  Funny, huh.

I rode my bike. I played. Upon my return, the house was empty and I knew where I was headed.  I grabbed my mobile, called my Miss, and within minutes I was headed to the park for some more playtime.  Miss, JoJo, and I walked for a mile or two and took in the sights of our little Liberty park.  FM, baby.

I didn’t worry about what people might think of me riding my bike in the middle of a wednesday.  I didn’t feel any guilt or shame for having so much fun.  I didn’t once think about anything.  I simply pedaled, walked, played, and took it in.

I am now headed to meet one of my builders and share a brew.  Today I have worked and I have played.  I know the difference, but the lines are fading from black and white to some shade of gray.  The more I play, deeply play, the more alive I am.

Did you play today? Did you deeply play?

You cannot live a life toward Chateubriand until you master the art of work and the art of deeply playing. Are you building mastery in both?

My guess is you could use a little more time to play.

Go…