I realized lately, I cringe at the word “fun.” I don’t consider myself a “fun” parent. My idea of fun is hunkering down at my computer and solving an Excel problem.
Fun is circular with no beginning and no end. There’s no actual productive output.
My upbringing and capitalism have drained all of the funny out of my bones (I do have fun with words though :).
Because of this, it is something I am deeply exploring because we all deserve to have fun. To be able to enjoy ourselves in the moment of doing something without being concerned of what the long term vision is or if it aligns with this or that part of our life.
What is the adult version of fun? More importantly, what is MY version of fun? Is it coloring books with way too many details? Is it going out for dinner with friends? Is it perusing the shelves of the local bookstore without a purpose in mind?
I’m embracing this exploration as I think so much of me needs to rekindle her relationship to fun. What do you consider fun? I’d love some ideas.
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