Day Three of Forty

So, for 40 days and 40 nights—one or the other—I intend to post here in word counts in increments or multiples of 40, so from 40 words to 1,600, but probably somewhere in between most days. My intention is to “write through the Divide”—we all know…the one that we Americans apparently are split between. But I call bull on that, because we are not so divided as we think we are. I’ll keep this paragraph of my intro for each post, so if you’re seeing this for what feels like the bazillionth time, sorry, but someone else may be seeing it for the first time.

Fun, Fun, Fun

If your upbringing and experiences have been anything like mine, then you were probably a pretty serious little kid who struck your elders as “wise beyond your years”. But that apparent wisdom—authentic as it was—could sometimes mask a holding back, a way of putting life off, of not exploring “the game”, much less getting into it.

When I was a junior in high school, I used to ask a friend, “What is the meaning of life?” (I used to think there was just one, overarching meaning.) She would turn the question on me. Usually, I’d end up with this: We’re here to make the biggest and best impact we can on others.pip_why-are-you-taking-my-photo

Impact—or influence—can be a lot of fun. Many of our greatest visionaries who touched people’s hearts and moved their minds into better, less-fearful or fear-free spaces appeared to have fun. But can we ever truly gauge our impact or influence?

Fun was often foreign—opportunities for it saved for the low times when I would dance to achieve it, which made the dancing less fun than when it was spontaneous, or those rare times I’d go to Busch Gardens in Tampa and ride the roller coasters. It has got to be one of my life’s ironies that denying myself fun has been akin to stepping on a metaphorical and physiological/autonomic roller coaster. Because the essence of life is fun and trying to keep fun at bay led me into big swings and deep drops.

But no longer.

When I wrote on Day One about the “strange confluence”, the desire for fun is part of that. But what does it look like? What does it feel like?

My ideas don’t necessarily line up with what many think of as being fun. Mood-altering substances…not fun. Rant-talking politics or religion…not fun. Rushing around out of some misplaced sense of obligation…not fun.

My list of fun activities: spending time with loved ones; hooking (using colored strips of wool pulled through a linen backing to create fiber paintings); taking care of plants; hanging out with dogs (most anyone’s, really); watching little kids have fun; walking; doing tai chi; learning new languages; meditating; reading; cooking; singing; dancing; hiking; traveling; sleeping; dreaming; and definitely, talking with angels. The Divine has a beyond-cosmic-sized sense of humor that often catches me off guard and segues into chuckles or laughter.

After figuring out what is fun, the next biggest challenge for me is being open to fun and not putting it off for some other day. Life constantly beckons us to have fun. When it does, we best go along. If life finds us not receptive, we will see the results of our choice as a closing down—mirrored in our health, in our relationships, in our work, in our flow (or lack of flow) of abundance.

This is where the feeling sense comes in. When we are keyed up for fun and enjoying whatever we are doing, time seems to stop. Who could not use more fun to stop time?

This is why I believe we are all privileged to be here, in this place, right now, because we have such a wealth of people, activities, and places to enjoy. I hope in five years—or sooner—“cutting loose” won’t feel like an activity separate from everything else, but will have become part of my DNA.

What’s something you think of as fun, legal and nonharmful to you or others that you’ve always wanted to do? Try it the first chance you have.


Pip Closes In. (This dog’s sense of fun knows no bounds. Just ask my mother!)