No blog yesterday due to the holiday – Cincinnati Reds Opening Day. It is a grand tradition including a parade, everyone wearing red and plenty of celebrating. I took my husband to the event for the first time, and he had a lot of fun – we both did.
Remember fun? I have written previously about my lack thereof, but have currently rediscovered it. Of course yesterday was fun, but you don’t have to spend a lot of money to have fun. In fact the day before Opening Day we spent exactly $20 and had a great time. What did that $20 buy us? A basketball.
Our house came with a basketball hoop cemented into the ground at the back of our driveway. Last year our kind neighbor installed the rim and net we bought, as that was the only thing missing. This year we finally purchased the basketball, and wouldn’t you know, it was FUN. My husband and I dribbled, did layups, shot the imaginary last shot of the game and time flew by. Mind you this was all after spending two hours on hard yard labor. So to pick up the ball when our bodies were already suffering is a true testament to our drive for fun. We can’t wait to do it again.
Below is a great short article about fun that is a great reminder that as an adult you still need to play. Enjoy the article then plan some fun and EXECUTE!
Fun is easy. It’s wherever you are, in whatever you are doing or sensing or thinking. It’s between you and the person you’re with or the machine you’re using or the table you’re sitting at or the path you’re walking down. It’s not something to strive for. But something to melt into, to sink into, to open up to. Listen. You can almost hear the laughter. Breathe. You can almost taste the joy. Listen a little more closely. Breathe a little more deeply. And there it is again. Fun. Real fun. Deep, forever fun.
Fun isn’t the hard thing. The hard thing is remembering to have it. Even when you spend your lifesavings on something you think will be the most fun you’ve ever had or will have, you forget. Instead, you start thinking about how much more fun it will be when you land, how much more fun it will be when you finally unpack, and how much more fun than that it will be when you finally get back home. Or you start believing, maybe because someone told you, that you have to earn it, or deserve it, or get wise enough or enlightened enough or have sacrificed enough or been good enough.
No, no, no. I say again, no. Fun is easy. It’s the most natural feeling there is. It’s life. It’s living. It’s being a being. Don’t let me or anyone else make you think other. Remembering to have fun might be hard. Believing that you can have fun might be hard. Allowing yourself to have fun might be hard. But fun? Fun is easy.