I started an early childhood class last semester that I ended up quitting for various reasons. The first lesson in that class was on the value of play. I agree with this thought. I wish the world would agree with it more.
Boyfriend made plans for the fourth. He decided we should ride down to the beach so we could show off his custom made bikes and maybe a golf cart he's pimped (for lack of a better word). His thought process usually ends with something similar to this- we go places he can show off what he does for work. Not that I don't think he shouldn't show off what he does for work- because it's good to actually make money and because he's good at what he does- but one's world should not be centered on work-unless it makes you giddily undeniably happy- which it doesn't do for him.
Most people decrease my value in their little heads because I don't make tons of money. I agree that I have to make some changes in my life so I can live on my own- but let me tell you- if those people expect me to work weekends or summers just so I can live in luxury, they are going to be sadly disappointed.
I believe I'd rather live in a trailer home driving a scooter with time to play- than to live in a mansion driving a mercedes with work on my brain 24/7.
Play makes me the girl I am. When I am the girl I am- sometimes I am not me. Reading, baking, drawing, feeding ducks, singing at the top of my lungs, running away from the surf, etc makes life more valuable. It makes the color of the trees brighter and deeper. It makes my abs strong from laughing. It makes my heart sing and my body heal. It makes me content. Shouldn't we be content?