Work before play … work before play … work before play … this concept has (somehow) been ingrained into the very core of my being … no time for fun … no fun allowed … forget about fun …
Work … work … work … oh, you’ve got some “spare” time? Get to work! Surely, there’s something productive you could be doing … clean something … organize something … declutter something … oh, you want to read something? Well, make sure it’s useful … learn something … be something more … find something new to work on … oh, you want to watch something? No smut allowed … learn … grow … be more … do more …
My inner dialogue, when even CONSIDERING something remotely fun, gets so sickening sometimes … it’s life squashing … it’s joy sucking … and it’s REALLY been getting to me lately …
Yes, being productive and accomplishing things and taking care of our responsibilities is important … but you know what else is important?
And while we sometimes believe “fun” to be expensive and extravagant and all-encompassing … like hot holidays or big get-aways or special events, “fun” doesn’t have to be a major event in your life. It can be invited in and welcomed in many small ways throughout your day …
- add some music and a little kitchen dancing to your meal-prep time
- take a few minutes to try out some diamond painting at the kitchen table … heck, maybe even really mix it up and do some diamond painting AND Iisten to a “for fun” audiobook that outlines the trials of motherhood in a humourous, light-hearted way … don’t forget to smile when the author says something that really “hits home”
- tinker away on the keyboard in the basement … heck, maybe even pretend you can sing … singing is SO MUCH FUN …
- play hide-and-seek with the kids … even I can get behind the excitement and anticipation of being “found”
- be spontaneous … it’s OKAY (and actually even kind of fun) to break out into a random game of wet sock tag with the whole family sometimes
- take a few minutes to love on your precious house plants
- sew something
- listen to a funny podcast
- or get jokes sent to your phone …
Lately, when I hear my “inner critic” questioning me about my attempts to have fun (especially DURING THE DAY, DURING THE WEEK … because Lord knows weekdays are supposed to be drudgery, right?), I speak aloud, “What’s going to happen?”
- What’s going to happen if I sit down for a few minutes with a cup of tea and get lost in putting this puzzle together?
- What’s going to happen if I revive my love for needlework while I catch up with my husband for the day?
- What’s going to happen if I sit down and paint a cow or a candy cane or an ice cream cone with my daughter?
- What’s going to happen if I go to my computer and write something?
- What’s going to happen if I sit down with the kids to colour MY OWN colouring page?
- What’s going to happen if I go for a ski with a friend?
WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN???
You know what’s going to happen?
Nothing catastrophic anyway.
Nothing life-altering (at least not in the bad, scary sort of way, I might think).
Nothing out-of-this-world crazy.
NOTHING … IS … GOING … TO HAPPEN … IF I DO THESE THINGS.
I might be happier …
I might have a little extra spring in my step …
a touch more joy in my heart …
a few more blessings to count …
and a few more precious, precious moments to savour.