The Last Thing I Did for Play or Fun

The last thing I did purely for play wasn’t loud or extravagant.

It was intentional rest.

I gave myself permission to enjoy something without turning it into productivity, content, or a lesson. No outcome attached. No justification needed. Just presence. Just enjoyment.

That may not sound revolutionary but for someone who builds, leads, carries responsibility, and thinks five steps ahead, choosing rest as play is an act of discipline. It’s a reminder that joy doesn’t have to be earned through exhaustion.

I didn’t rush it.

I didn’t multitask through it.

I didn’t apologize for taking the time.

And that’s how I knew it counted.

Play, at this stage of life, looks like doing something that doesn’t ask anything back from me. Something that doesn’t need to be optimized, explained, or monetized. Something that simply lets me be human instead of useful.

That moment mattered because it reminded me of this truth:

If I only allow myself joy after everything is done, I will never arrive at joy.

So now, I pay attention.

Not just to what I accomplish but to when I last felt light. Unpressured. Unnecessary.

Because how often we allow play says a lot about how safe we feel resting in our own lives.

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