I’m a part-time substitute teacher. This last week, I got to spend two entire days subbing a high school sculpture class. Let me reiterate that: I got handsomely paid to basically play (albeit responsibly) with paper mache and tape for 16 hours. Yes, indeed. This may be the coolest job ever. Sculpture 1 was making Paper Mache Creatures while the older students in Sculpture 2 were casting body parts in cellophane tape. It looked like so much fun that I eventually caved and made a tape cast of my left hand. Not too shabby. When does making things out of cheap materials stop being fun?
I want more days like these.
I want creativity, mentoring and a sense of play to become parts of my everyday life.
James A. Michener said it best, “The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he is always doing both.”