Good day, y'all! Do you know what time it is?
No matter where In the world you are, it's playtime!
Am I the only one who thinks that everything I do feels like work? From the moment I wake up, I'm already thinking of things to do, places to go & people to meet. But why does it feel like work?
The life I’m about to start today is already in the future. the present has already slipped away from me even before I get out of my bed.
A good way to slow down, gather myself and focus on the present is apparently making my bed. Shiva likes to remind me of this :) I've tried it and I'm quite sure it works well to create a rooted and stable state of mind to begin the day with.
But, that my friends is NOT how I want to start my day. I want to celebrate & enjoy this moment, not just settle into it.
So what then? I can start with a workout. That always gets me into the best state of mind. Of late though, since I've been getting more sensitive on the differences between work and play, the very word 'work' gets me... (yeah you guessed it) worked up!
▶️ Just Press Play!
I'm trying a new experiment. to start my day with dance. a celebration of mind, body, spirit and what have you. now I'm no trained dancer so I don't have a clue what I'm doing. I just move, no warmup, no stretches, nothing. slowly easing into the groove, I move my feet, shimmy my hips, roll my shoulders, shake my head and dance to the beat of an inaudible rhythm.
Oh yeah, did I mention no music?
Music kickstarts the cognitive me. Subconsciously I'm deciphering and responding to lyrics. not that this is a bad thing, but I want to dive deeper into the lucid state I wake up in rather than get out of it. so no phone, no tracking calories, no timers, no dancing shoes, no workout clothes.
I get out of bed, get out in the sun and just press play on my body. I have no idea what's gonna happen but something takes over and before I know it I'm dancing like no one's watching.
This my friends, is how I start the day with play. the mind is not conscious (no one's looking), the body is carefree (no perfect steps) and the spirit is soaring (it's my last day)...
But, wait! Why last day? Well, Leslie has this interesting question.
So, I imagine this is my last day alive and I've just these last moments to celebrate the gift of life. nothing else matters, nobody else matters, nowhere else I'd rather be but this moment, right here, right now.
Give this game a try and let me know how it goes. rRgardless of your age, fitness level and perceived talent, reboot that booty and soak in the sun while you're at it!
When you're done with the dance of life, let's begin the dance of death. So if this really is your last day, what then?
Regardless of whether you believe in reincarnation or not, death is for most practical purposes, the final destination. But…
It's not the destination but the journey that counts.
I like to go a step further and say it's not the journey, but the journey (wo)men that count.
👯♂️ Who Are Your Playmates?
When you make your todo list for the day, put people on the top of that list. Pun unintended, but fun totally intended. Whatever the task, focus on the people involved and plan your interactions with them.
On that note, here's gratitude to dear Nate for reminding me that I don't write for myself alone. There's lovely folk such as yourself waiting to hear from me. It's important to note that I didn't find much motivation to publish when I thought I was doing it for myself. But the moment I realised I was doing it for others, it was effortless.
So the next time, you don't hear from me in a while, shoot a reply. If it truly wasn't my last day, I'll write back to you. In any case, I am working on a way to send you letters from beyond.