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This weekend I went to Mystic Aquarium with my nephew, Jared. I usually work on Saturdays, but I wanted to make sure I was able to bring him before it gets too cold. At the aquarium, we got to pet the stingrays, see the dinosaurs (Jared’s favorite part), and explore all the kinds of fish. Most of my time there was spent chasing him around the exhibit and laughing.





My day engaged Jenkins’ 6 P’s.
Permission because I allowed myself to take the day for us
Process because we touched the fish and attended the Sea Lion show
Passion because Jared LOVES DINOSAURS
Productivity because we pretended to be fishies, dinosaurs, and penguins
Participation because we were both present and not worried about anything else in the world

Pleasure because we both had a blast ….. and he’s my favorite guy to spend time with



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  1. Victoria RestlerOctober 4, 2018 at 11:33 AM

    Thanks for your post Ryanna. Laughter and chasing! These feel so important to play. How did it feel to take this day that would usually be work-focused and spend it in this way? And did you notice when/how you engaged with the aquarium in different ways--as an adult/ as a caregiver/ as a fish-lover (haha)--or in other ways?

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