Find A Puddle To Play In

I can't remember the last time I played in a puddle, let alone decided to "wash my hair" in one and came out with pieces of mulch stuck to my face. But my already nearly 2-year-old granddaughter, Macie did all three yesterday and had the time of her life!

I'm also not sure when I decided to jettison my own childlike sense of playfulness and spontaneity from my very adult daily routine. But I know this with certainty - as unconscious as I'm sure it was, it was a really bad decision. 

I'm not suggesting that we run out, find the nearest puddle, and dance around in it until we're soaked to the bone, though I confess the thought of doing that - or something like it - has more than a little appeal to me.  

I am, however, convinced that all of us would benefit from taking ourselves, our work, and how "put together" we insist on appearing to the rest of the world a little less seriously - and creating a little more space for play. 

Maybe this weekend we can find a way to test the theory!