Why do people keep telling me to have fun? Why does the idea of ‘rest’ keep coming up?
I think God is trying to tell me something. Be it Kristen Lamb’s fabulous article “The War on Fun” or LIFE Leadership’s The Serious Power of Fun (a whole book to persuade me to have more fun), and even workaholic UFC fighter, Georges St. Pierre’s book are telling me to rest more and, for the love of Pete, have more fun!
My coworker saw me on my run last night and this morning she commented on my self discipline. I said I might just be a chronic overachiever, which is my term for someone who couldn’t lighten up if they tried.
I theorize that if I took more time to rest (yes, even nap) and do fun things, I would have fewer slumps.
So, I propose a challenge. I like challenges.
For five days, starting tomorrow, I must do one thing purely for enjoyment. 5 days, 5 fun things.
As a warmup exercise I parked Strawberry, my Toyota Yaris, beside a smart car so that Strawberry could feel big. That gave me a giggle.
Does anyone have suggestions? Anyone want to join me?
C’mon. It’ll be fun!
Now, I realize that on the cover of this blog I am laughing. Yes, I do have fun. I flatter myself to be a fun person. But in this case my cousin was telling me a funny story so I would laugh while my sister took the picture.