Where Are You? Wait, What? Chicago?


“Keep the promises you make to yourself” ~ Dove chocolate quote

Clearly you have noticed that it has been a challenge for me to keep focused on play! Each day I am certain you have arisen with the hopes that I had written another installment about my play adventures.  For those of you to whom this applies, I am so sorry I let you down.

  Truth is, I had put playing on the back burner until the semester ended and could go back to balancing the work I do in my practice with the role I play in my family. Grading is time consuming, especially at the end of a semester, but so worth it.  I understand that it is not play nor self care, however, reading the cultural autobiographies the students wrote was like reading sacred stories.  I am so fortunate to walk with my students as they come to understand themselves more deeply.

During this time, my husband planned a date night.  I did not know where we were going or what we were doing.  The anticipation was energizing,  All I had to do was dress myself up and attend, like in the old days when he would pick me up in his fancy car and off we’d go. (Now days his car is pretty fancy but much larger to accommodate children and the gear that comes with them, but I digress…)

We headed into Chicago and explored a neighborhood on Halsted Street, not too far away from my alma mater DePaul. I love the area and as members of Team Suburban we don’t often go into the city just to explore.  We went in and out of shops, and laughed at all the stores who had bowls of water for dogs and actually allowed the dogs in the stores.  Lululemon had the most pet/people couples.  One bulldog looked noticeably stressed, while his owner picked out runner shorts, as if he might have to actually run with his owner!

The great delight of the evening, besides the company of said husband, was the trip we made to the United Center!  I had not been there in more years than any of us can count and was pleasantly surprised to note that this was a home game for the Chicago Bulls.Yahoo!!  I adore sports, with football and basketball at the top of my list.  Not that the evening could get much better, but when we arrived in our seats, they announced that Derrick Rose would play with the team that evening. He had been recovering from a back injury and all week long Chicago Bulls fans had waited in anticipation to see if he would play Saturday night’s game.  Noah, Boozer, Rose, and “Hot Sauce” were all going to be in the game! Yeah baby!!

We had fabulous seats, way up high where you can truly see the game play in the X and O strategy that coaches use when explaining new plays. Seeing the players move across the court as a team, and not as an individual player, made me aware that basketball looks like a dance full of grace, pace and movements that flow from one end of the court to the other.  A joyful and competitive dance.

The night ended far too quickly for me.  But the impact of the night did not.  Today, I still smile from my head to my toes thinking about that night at the United Center.

That tells me something.  This girlie has to keep focused on play.

Keep the promises you make to yourself.  Thanks, Dove chocolate!


About mmtcounseling

Melissa M. Thompson, MSW, LCSW, OSW-C is a Licensed Clinical Social Worker who specializes in working with adults, children, and teen, facing the challenges of depression, anxiety, grief, divorce, and chronic illnesses such as cancer and cardiac disease. Melissa is the founder and Executive Director of MMT Counseling Services in Batavia, IL and a professor of Social Work at Aurora University. For more information, go to www.mmtcounseling.com.

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