Tag: play

That Work Thing:  The Third 8:  Play

Is the third 8 really play?

I don’t think so.

I think its more than that. 

I think it should be called chores.

For me it’s grocery shopping, cooking, making appointments and going to appointments, walking the dog, laundry, selling stuff on marketplace, working on my side hustle among many other things.

I don’t really see this as play.

And do we really get 8 hours?

No.  Not with my commute time and an overtime hour it’s s more like 5 or 6.

As I’m writing this I’m starting to feel claustrophobic and boxed in and a little frazzled because after looking at how much time i really do have it isnt a lot.

Trying to cram everything into five or six hours a day is ridiculous.

It’s not fair.

It’s not right.

So why do we do we do it?

It seems like my life is mostly work right now.

I don’t like it.

I definately need to work on my life/work balance.

Another question I have is why has this been the norm for so long?

It definately isn’t working for me even though it’s suppose to but this is what I have been taught.  It’s supposed to work because it worked for my parents and their parents.

But did it?  Or is it because they just conformed and didnt say anything because back then you kept your mouth shut.

The more I think about it the more I question why we do things the way we do.

It’s time I start looking at different solutions or ways of thinking.

The reason why I think the 32 hour work week won’t work is because different people need different things.

I need more time to pursue my dreams.  Time is an big issue for me.

This is my issue, not my employeers.

Almost time for work.  Lol.  Gotta run.

Play Today

The college next door to us has a day care which is right in back of our acre lot.  I didn’t think I would like it because I thought all I would hear is screaming kids all day.

I was wrong.

I see kids swinging.  Playing in the sandbox.  Playing tag.

I hear kids laughing.  Having fun and enjoying themselves.  The adults are interacting with the kids and having fun.  I love that.  For some reason it’s relaxing to me.  It’s so different from the low income housing we lived next to.  The kids ran wild.  There was no supervision.  They tore things up.

While I was watching the kids yesterday I realized one thing that was missing from my life.

More fun.  I need more fun in my life.  The swing on swing days where you don’t have a care in the world.   Days where you can be yourself and you don’t have to worry about what needs to be done.

I want a swing in my backyard.

Living out in the country has helped me realize that I want to live more simply.  Not have all of that stuff.  Become who I am meant to be.  Fulfill my purpose.

I think the country air and the wide open spaces is changing me.  The clutter of the close together houses of the city are gone and I can see clearer.  There’s nothing better than looking out my bedroom window and seeing a wide open field filled with straight green rows, trees at the perimeter and a blue sky above it.

It doesn’t get any better than this.

I’m going to look outside to see if we have a tree that he put a swing on for me.  My inner child wants to swing.

Maybe I’ll go to the park before work today.