Yesterday I was at a Starbucks for Study Group.
This isn't an unusual event for me. I spend a lot of time in Starbucks these days.... in all honesty, I've consumed more Starbucks in the last 4 weeks than I've consumed in the last 4 years.
I was sitting there after the books had been stowed and the laptops had been tucked away, and I had a moment where I felt ... playful. Yes. Playful is the only word I can use. Just like the me I used to be.... I used to be playful all the time. It's one of the FISH principals that I connected to and was unable to execute on a daily basis. Playing helps me keep a grip on what's important, and what's not.
Enjoying life is important, even when life circumstances aren't always enjoyable. Even if the moment of play is only a blink in time, at least it was there. Yesterday evening as I was dicing onions to go into my dinner, a little smile tugged on my mouth.
I couldn't contain it. The more I tried to fight it, the more I couldn't resist. One word of play made me smile hours later.
I'm out the door now. Headed to my clinical rotation. It's a depressing unit I'm assigned to... don't get me wrong, I like the patients, but it's not a place I would choose to work if I had a choice. However, I think back to that ~play~ on words yesterday and smile... I can choose to be depressed and angry by this environment, or I can choose my reactions.
I think I'll go play for a bit.