I was chatting with a very nice man over breakfast at the airport.
He said, “I’m sure you’re tonnes of fun for your kids”.
I thought for a moment and then said, “no I’m not fun actually, I’m kind and loving and peaceful, but I’m not a lot of fun”. Sometimes I’m probably a little too honest.
Tar conversation keeps coming back to mind and I’ve begun to wonder what happened?
I used to always have fun. I used to be fun to be around. I don’t know if that’s true anymore.
I cracked jokes, and kept things light and played lots. I loved to play.
I would laugh so hard my body would shake.
I’ve stopped playing.
For some reason I seem to think I have to always be responsible and careful and serious and dependable and diligent now.
I went out with friends and they were laughing and teasing each other and genuinely having fun in each other’s company…it was delightful…and foreign.
I love my life but I miss laughing.
I miss playing.
I miss having fun.
I am going to consciously work towards lightening up.
I’m going to find reasons to laugh and if there aren’t any reasons close by, I will make my own.
I don’t know why I haven’t been… they say life is far too important to take so seriously.
Got any jokes?