There’s 24 hours to a day.
Most of which which you spend stressing.
About the 56 unanswered emails.
About the kids’ lunches. Their school projects. Their PTA.
About the traffic that’s somehow always worse than when you thought it couldn’t get any worse.
About the climate crisis. The headlines. The deadlines.

But somewhere within these 24 hours is a pocket of time that’s all yours.
It’s when the pings are quietened by the sound of your feet hitting the ground.
And the voices in your head are quietened by the sound of your heart beating in your chest.
Suddenly, you’re not thinking; you’re moving.
You’re not sweating the small stuff; you’re just sweating.
Because for just these few minutes, you’re not doing; you’re playing.

Let's play.