Plato, the Greek author and philosopher is credited with saying, "You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation."
Play is important. As children, we learn and hone many of our skills through our play: expression, cooperation, a sense of our own capabilities.
When I'm not hanging out in the Treehouse, I'm usually at work. Stateworkery world, to be exact. I think I am filling the "hippie chick" quota. I sign my emails "PEACE", and I bring playdoh to meetings. I was the culprit of the slinky races down the stairs..and the rubber band wars during afternoon break.
But, I get work done. I am most assuredly productive-but I do it better and with a light heart when I don't have to pretend the fate of the nation hangs in the balance, contingent upon me getting a report on the number of reports I have reported on to the Bureau Chief's desk by 5 O'Clock.
"With budget cuts and the economy, things have revved in to crazy speed!" says I. "There are more meetings, more tension, more pressure. We are taking ourselves way too seriously. And, if more people don't stop to breathe every once in a while, we'll lose the rest of our workforce through strokes and heart attacks!"
They looked at me, expectantly.
I took a deep breath.
"I think it's time we brought back recess."
They stared at me blankly.
"You know--play! Have fun!"
They brightened. "You mean like when we were working on the socio-ecological model and risk and protective factors and root causes and you suggested we color code everything on one big sheet of post it paper?"
And with that, we went back inside, whipped out our papers and uh, color code mechanisms and began to plan. How to play.
#1: Draw the mission statement for those who need the visual. Keep it simple and in plain language and in an active voice. Post it Everywhere.
#2: Draw the Vision statement to reflect that we change and grow for the better, and that it's constant, fluid, as we move from one goal, or life lesson to the next.
#5. Ditch the planner and the briefcase for something that expresses the...real you.
#6. When mediation is required, resort to Roo's playhouse (that's another post, tune in next time!).
Meet Brownie. He was my very first toy. The nurse on duty when I was
born was my mom's best friend-so into my crib he went, while I was
still in the hospital.
He's stitched up because crazy Mike Masussi who lived down the street when I was five decided Brownie would make a great football. I went home, howling, and my Great Great Great Grandma who was visiting at the time, performed immediate surgery and sewed him up, right there on the kitchen table. Then she fed me, put me in a bubble bath, and tucked me into bed, next to the patient, and told us bedtime stories til we fell asleep. We were both good as new the next day.
Whether you work away from home or in the back yard, whether you are doing it for money or answering your life's passion, sometimes, it's easy to fall into the black hole of overkill and forget that we are put on this planet to Be. To live, and laugh, and love.
If you need some crayons to work on your power play plan, don't hesitate to let me know. :-)
Brownie says he's down for a roovolution-are you with us?