Play Games

Playing games is important to me. In my life, Games come up all over the place.

If I find something difficult then it helps me to think of it as a game. This approach makes things less stressful and lowers my anxiety. Elon Musk says we might all just be living in a simulation. Sometimes it helps to think of life in that way. A few examples of play as it manifests in my life:

  • Playing with the kids at whatever game they have going
  • Treating menial parenting tasks as a game
  • Comedy and conversation with friends
  • Computer games
  • Sport and exercise including data on health
  • Social media accounts
  • Music – listening and playing music is a beautiful game
  • Work
  • Podcasts
  • Blogging 😉
  • More and more I see life as one big bunch of games to play.
  • Some people are not good at playing. Doodling, Riffing, Games, Jokes, Humor are seen as a waste of time. I can’t understand this approach to life.
  • Happy Wednesday, chimps.
  • Pixies

    The pixies as a band passed me by. I was a little too young and a little too stuck in east Africa for their first few albums to make any impact on my life. However, the beauty of music streaming services now is that I can dig into all the rich history.

    I sometimes wonder why as a society we make all this new music when there is so much to discover in the back catalogues. Maybe they should put a moratorium on new releases until everyone has caught up with listening to everything ever released to date?

    Just an idea.

    https://music.apple.com/za/album/doolittle/7060469

    Valentines day post

    Or as my daughter puts it: “Ballet-tines day” – she wants to wear a leotard and tutu all day in honor of this special occasion. I’m sticking with my shirt and pants combo.

    Valentines day is supposed to be romantic.

    So is travel to a far away land. More so, when you travel to be with the person you love. Alas, it is not all sunsets and roses.

    Tune in to the podcast tomorrow to see how Rachel has managed a massive move from Africa to Scandinavia.

    Security

    It’s a strange existence sometimes in Africa.

    We’re on our last night of a two week holiday. I just took out a plate of food for the guard who’s been patrolling our holiday house at night time. He’s a young Zulu chap. He smiled and thanked me for the bryani. Then I got a call from the security company at home telling me our home alarm system has triggered – Is everything ok? Shall we come and assist?

    We’re hundreds of miles away I tell them, but sure please go and have a look. Be nice to my dogs.

    They found nothing except my grumpy dogs. We never actually put the alarm on. I think it was a power cut causing all the commotion. Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.

    It is so easy to cause havoc if you really want to, but we still try to control the risk. Some countries don’t have this issue.

    But they also don’t have whales and zebras and sunshine and snakes and zip lines and beaches like I experienced this holiday.

    Pros and cons. The grass is always greener.

    Malaria and hijacking

    Where I come from, malaria is seen as something pretty manageable. Treat it once it hits you – sort of like a bad cold. Obviously you will feel grim if you catch it, but the trick is not to let the risk escalate after you got the disease. Treat it quick. No worries.

    Risk versus reward.

    Murder and hijacking rates in Johannesburg are high – the risk is all around you, and yet millions of people live their lives accepting the pros with the cons. Make money, socialise like mad, good restaurants, events, culture atmosphere and the risk of getting shot.

    At the end of the day we all die, so the risk vs. reward equation is important because it answers the question of why we do what we do.

    But it is completely subjective. My comfort zone is another person’s crisis.

    Birthdays and surprises

    I am a fan of surprises. My wife has booked us a trip away for my birthday tomorrow and I have no idea where we are going, but it’s in a plane so it ain’t close!

    Some people hate surprises and moan about birthdays….I like em both.