Fun Five

List five things you do for fun.

Oh fun? I always want that! I kinda try to make most things fun. It might be one of my priorities.

When my kids were little and life was extra challemging, I usually came up with a way to move through things without an emphasis on drudgery. I’ve never been a fan of struggle. Even when we were technically struggling, I wanted to keep it light, emphasize the good, stay upbeat for my kids. Now I do it for me.

Celebrating everything, finding humor, laughing. Making it through the week for example was cause for popcorn and a movie night. We played games, had special foods, listened to music, wished on everything,, danced, ran, anything I could think of.

I do most things like shopping, cleaning, cooking, exercising, you name it, with the intent to make it a little fun. Everything is different. Fun takes some thought and maybe extra time and creativity. It’s not everyone’s thing, but I care about it, so I give it my attention. I have always looked for it.

I hope you don’t get the wrong idea. I might not be being clear. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon or really any notable advantages, more like the opposite, but I was born with this odd sunny side. Without any positive-thinking roll models whatsoever, I somehow came out with a strong wanting for positivity. When it came up, I relished it. When it disappeared, I knew it would come back.

Fun never lets me down. Play always restores me. Too much seriousness and worry can weigh on me. It can drag me to low places I’d rather not dwell. I appreciate people who can withstand or even thrive on stress and concern. I love a no-nonsense personality, I’ve just known myself long enough to know I’m not one. I might actually thrive on nonsence, (something I may not have been able to admit when I was younger). Oh I’ve been serious. I’ve worked very hard at it. I’ve had plenty to be serious about, I just feel better with some fun thrown it.

One time my son got hit in the head by it a rock. (a kid threw it at him, they were little, they were boys). Blood actually sprayed out of his gash and it was obvious he needed stitches. Towel held to his head, but not wanting to panic my own kids or the others, we all piled in the car and dashed to the ER as if it was a cool unexpected field trip. My kids still tell the story as if it was a fun childhood memory. The young nurse had to leave the room when the towel came off and blood squirted across the room. The doctor tried to scarce me with worse case scenarios, but I refused to give my happy bleeding three year old anything to panic about. If it was going to be terrible I would deal without kids watching. Meanwhile they were hungry. MacDonald’s was a rare treat for them so Mac Donald’s was a big part of their fun memory. Stiches, French fries, head X-rays and fun…