Today is Labor Day. I took a walk on the beach, watched little kids play, and listened to the waves crashing. Thoughts kept poking me, the kind that say, “Shouldn’t you be doing something productive?” I had to acknowledge that I felt a little guilty horsing around when there’s a lot that needs accomplishing.

Later I saw a man juggling with frisbies. This really got my attention because I can’t even THROW a frisbie, much less juggle with one (or, as in his case, three). I watched him for awhile and wondered why he does it. It was quite clear to me that he had practiced a lot so there must be something there for him. Tanned armpits, that’s a sign of commitment.

The way I was raised, if you’re going to spend that much time and energy getting good at something, it better darn well earn you a living.

I considered all the reasons why he might do such a thing and finally decided to ask him. “It’s fun and it’s good exercise” was the answer. Hmmmmm.

I had a point to make when I started this post but I’ll be darned if I can remember what it was. Maybe this is the beginning of having moments in my life that aren’t productive. Maybe some things just don’t have a point. Maybe it will stimulate you to reflect.