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It’s been a long time since I’ve played in the snow. In fact, can’t even remember the last time, and that’s one of the things that made this weekend so nostalgic.
I spent a morning making snow angels, sledding, and getting stuck knee-deep in soft, white powder. At one point, I spun around backward down a hill on a saucer sled, bursting into laughter at the bottom. I felt like a kid again.
I realized that play isn’t something I’ve included regularly enough in my self-care practice. Sure, I read a lot of books and have a variety of hobbies, but play is defined as “engaging in activity for enjoyment and recreation rather than a serious or practical purpose.” And I always seem to have a purpose.
Playing in the snow–or any other form of play for that matter–helps keep us from taking ourselves too seriously. It gives us relief from life’s demands and responsibilities, and it allows us to fully enjoy the gift of being alive.