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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Let's Pretend

1:47 AM |

Remembering play....

Tonight/today I was on a site called Makes Me Think and there was an entry on there that said "Today, I was sitting on my front porch watching the neighbor's kid have the time of his life with nothing more than a wooden stick and his imagination." I don't know about you but I remember when I was younger how I liked to play. Sometimes I liked to play with my sisters (until they upset me). We would have some random games, make up dance moves based on poses on the Barbie posters, build things with Leggos (before they had all of these specialty sets) and create things with Play-Doh. But mostly the fun I remember was when I was in my own little world. I was always a drawer, so I would draw characters in their own little worlds with their own personalities. They had a back story and everything.

As adults, how often do we get to play. I mean if you have kids I imagine you play quite frequently, but normally, we don't. We work, we eat, we work some more, watch TV, surf the internet, work some more, maybe spend time with friends and family. But the time just on your own, daydreaming doesn't happen. Sure you could pencil some time in your day to do this, but the scheduling takes a lot of the creativity out of the experience.

Forgive my ramblings, I guess I'm just feeling stuck. Lacking inspiration. Feeling drained. Missing my imagination.