Do you remember how awesome it was to be a kid? Every day was a new opportunity to play, every person was a potential playmate, and every household item had the ability to be turned into something cool and fun, like a few blankets and chairs becoming a secret fort. As adults, we can still access that kid inside us and by doing so, infuse our days with joyful, creative energy.
Blame is inherently dualistic: If it’s not my fault, it’s yours. If it’s yours, it’s not mine. You’re the perpetrator; I’m the victim. Maybe I’ll accept a sincere apology, offered in a self-abasing tone and accompanied by an offer of compensation. Maybe, if you’re humble enough, I’ll even admit that I had something to do with the whole situation.