Have you ever played the card game Rook? I played it with my grandparents when I was a kid, and I remember having such joy when I got to use the Rook card and get the five-card nest in the middle of the table–the spoils, so to speak.
Today I played that game again for the first time in 25 years. This time another kid was introduced to the game: my ten-year-old son. It was just the two of us, and I have to admit that a quarter of century left my mind a bit foggy as to rules of the game. Conner, my son, waited patiently as I read the instructions aloud while I slowly dealt the cards. Conner was a bit confused as to the bids in the game, as well as the color trump cards, but he caught on after a few tries (and so did my hazy memory). My son got the Rook card twice; I got it once. The games went 2 to 1, with my son whipping me.
What does any of this have to do with following a photography and writing dream in 2017? What does this have to do with the photos I purchased today and the businesses I approached hoping for an art sale? Let me explain. Today was a Thursday. Conner, for some reason still not clear to me, had this final week off at his school for winter break. At my old job, I would have been at work on a Thursday morning, opening up Excel files and sending countless accounting-related emails to managers, directors, and vice presidents. But not this Thursday. I played the Rook card against the 9-5 job. I stayed home with my son and enjoyed a game I hadn’t experienced in decades. It made me smile. It made him smile. That moment cannot be bought with a paycheck, and if I don’t make a single dime during this 100-day stretch of surviving on my own, I can say with absolute assurance that it was time well spent just for the few hours I was given with Conner.
And I think my son will remember it.
Just as I did.