Hey, you, Moms. What do you do for fun?
Yeah, that’s right. I’m asking you what you do that makes you feel alive and happy. Extra bonus points if you laugh and get to kiss Hugh Jackman in the process.
I ask because, if you haven’t figured out by now, life is an awful lot like tics. There’s good days, bad days, and lots of uncertainty about what to do, how to handle it, whether you’re doing it right or wrong. It can be overwhelming — unless you do something about it. Or, at the very least, consider it.
Me? I am fun person, but I don’t always have fun. And there’s a big difference. I mean, I can tell a joke like nobody’s business. I can dance like a chicken while making tacos. I often belt out bad country songs with my kids on the way to ballet and have been known to flash my husband, in broad day light, with only the SUV hood for protection. So far, I have not been seen by any neighbors. (Well, none that I know of. I’ll keep you abreast of the situation. Wouldn’t want to keep you hangin. Thanks for the support.)
Moving on.
Now that I’m no longer needed at my big fancy company freelancing from home, I’m finding I have a lot more time to figure out what I want to do for my next job. I still don’t know what that specific job is, but I know what it isn’t. I could wax philosophic about what is not an ideal employment opportunity for me, but let’s just go with, “I don’t want it to suck.”
To help me fight the urge to sign up for another job that feels like taking a blunt stick up my arse while listening to my son beg for extra Mario Cart time while my dog whines at the squirrels like a rabid cat in heat, I need to work on having more fun. I figure that if I’m more fun, I’ll be less apt to take on a job that isn’t fun. More fun, less suckage. That seems like a good plan.
With the above formula firmly rooted in my mind, and on my desk on a sticky note, I’ll be less apt to spend my free time scanning FB for photos and status updates of other people that appear to having way more fun than me.
I’ll be less angry at the computer screen when I read of evil beheadings and war over territory that is killing innocent civilians that, based on the photos of massacres, don’t look like any fun at all.
While I want to list a whole lot of things to do for fun, let me start with the first thing that comes to mind, and that’s writing here.
It’s FUN with a capital F.
This begs the question, why is it fun?
The answer:
I’m not doing it for pay.
I’m not doing to convince anyone of what to do, or not to do, for tics.
I’m not even doing to get guest posts, ads or job.
I’m doing it because I so love connecting with all of you.
Relationship and community.
Talking and healing together.
It’s not a new job.
But ladies, it’s pure joy.
Thanks for being here for me. Have I mentioned how much I’ve missed you? How I miss the feeling of being “me” when I’m writing for “you?”
What do you do for fun?
