It’s Summer and play isn’t front and center.
In the end there is only play. We know at our core that we are defeated by biology. This is known in our fabric. If we start to feel big for a moment, play will thankfully make us little again. A chemical curve ball might be the very end.
In the face of it, you play.
But we don’t play. We sit and worry and fret and plan and hope and wonder and stew and scheme.
Who has time to play? No one. We aren’t playful. We are serious and fast food ordered and still have Victorian flaps hanging off our duffs most of the time.
There is every obstacle to play: financial, psychological, moral. “I can’t afford to play” – “I never waste time” – “I’m not lazy” – we’ve heard them all and it’s going nowhere.
Play in response to the challenge at hand. Not the generic “Work hard, play harder” that every surgeon whips off in a magazine interview. No. Helicoptering to Aspen isn’t what we’re after.
Find a way to get there right now.