Goals, resolutions, targets…
Maybe sometime, it’s better to just play a game.
Not any kind of game, though. Not something like poker or sports or something we can wrap so much of our identity(ies) around.
But the primordial kind of game. The kind we made up when we were kids.
Games like “The Floor is LAVA.”
Games that we totally made up, and know we made up, but we play them like they’re real. Full out. 100%. All the way, twisting, jumping, balancing, taking risks, giving it all we’ve got. (And probably laughing a lot too…)
And then we either win – yay! – or not. Floomph! Into the lava we went.
The game is then done. We reminisce about the game, we review what we did, we
Then, we can play the game again, make up new rules for the game, choose to play a different game altogether.
And so it goes.
Our games can be short and simple: “Today, I will practice being grateful.” At the end of the day, “Hmm. How did my game go? Did I win that game? Yes, no? By a little, by a lot?” Tomorrow, we create another game.
Or the games can be great and long. “I am playing the game to complete the first draft of my book by the end of the year.” The year is up! How’d the game go?
Oh, you want to play again? Or play this related game? Cool. Anything you see missing that you want to add in before you play? Cool! Ready… set…
Games are fun. Games get us going.* Games can be fulfilling. And they’re just games. They propel us forward, and when the timer’s up, they disappear, leaving a clean field for the next one.
What games do you want to play?
* The NaNoWriMo is another great example of this: A game to write 50,000 words of fiction during the month of November. It’s a game! Play, write, and either hit 50k, nor not! Woo!
Today I got to finally ride my wonderful horses, for the first time since last November — six long months ago, when Winter in our mountainous area set in. It was AWESOME!!! :)) All winter long, I went out every day to feed them. I loved them, and tended to their needs. Hauled and stacked hay. Hefted sacks of feed. Trimmed their hooves. And now, today, my beautiful horses responded to my love in perfect harmony for an hour-long floating ride up our rural dirt-road loop :)) And as I rode, I remembered to say “Thank You!” to God and Nature. For the horses, for the day. For the amazing opportunity to commune and communicate with the species: Horse :)) Dawn
Congrats on a beautiful day of beautiful riding with your beautiful horses! A wonderful game to play (and to “win”). :)