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Play Hard
For context behind this category, visit the page Advice from my 20-some self.
Play Hard
As a kid, I remember when I’d hear the doorbell ring and I’d get so excited. My step-mom would answer and I’d hear, “Can Travis come out to play?”
To play meant to have fun and having fun makes you happy. Going out to play meant “I’m out! I’m going to be happy somewhere else!”
And when you find that thing that makes you feel like your own unique self, pour yourself into it. The harder you play, the happier you’ll be.
If you like to be happy, find something that makes you happy. There’s only one caveat. You have to love it.
Go play.

Happy Birthday, Bellz!
After minor confusion yesterday, it’s settled. Today is Bellz’s birthday! She’s a very smart one-year-old. And by ‘very smart’ I mean complete and total Diva.

