“What, then, is the right way of living? Life must be lived as play…” ~Plato I am a recovering perfectionist, and learning to play again saved me. Like many children, I remember playing a lot when I was younger and being filled with a sense of openness, curiosity , and joy toward life. I was fortunate to grow up in Oregon with a large extended family with a lot of cousins with whom I got to play regularly. We spent hours, playing hide-and-seek, climbing trees, drawing, and building forts. I also attended a wonderful public school that encouraged play. We had regular recess, and had all sorts of fun equipment like stilts, unicycles, monkey bars, and roller skates to play with. In class, our teachers did a lot of imaginative and artistic activities with us that connected academics with a sense of playfulness. I viewed every day as an exciting opportunity and remember thinking, “You just never know what is going to happen.” My natural state was to be present with myself, enjoying th...
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