Last night, I had vivid dreams of my childhood home in the Red River Valley of North Dakota. The place where I learned to swim in post-thunderstorm mud puddles, to build elaborate snow and ice tunnels, to discover the magic of reading, to try to walk to the end of a rainbow, to revere and emulate Mae West, to respect the wisdom of my older siblings, and to understand that life sometimes deals out unfairness without warning.
These dreams of last night involved highlights of childhood that were happy, peaceful, and creative. They were moments that contained laughter, bliss, and sibling camaraderie. It was a rare gift of benevolent recall via slideshow with me starring as my own little-girl self. The dreams allowed me to visit with my father, who recently passed over in December, and he took me by the hand and led me on a tour of highlights that reminded me that my early life, indeed, offered shouts of joy that have somehow become strangely muffled in the memories of my adulthood.
Life is what I make of it. And so is fun and my sense of playfulness. This past weekend, while writing out my to-do lists on my wall-mounted white board, I caught myself wondering, This is nothing but work and chores and items of destined procrastination . . . What happened to simply having fun? I wrote “HAVE FUN!” at the bottom of the lists for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday going forward.
Still, I started to wonder: What has happened (!?) to me and my life such that I am having to start prioritizing fun? What happened to getting out there and having some good ol’, mud-puddle-stomping, spontaneous fun?
In an effort to re-gain spontaneous Fun in My Life (back to that concept of planning and prioritizing again!), I am going to try an experiment. As I seem to need the reminder, I am going to write on my list of to-dos everyday for one month:
Have some fun . . .
And cross it off my list. And just see what happens. And enjoy life. I want to move out of my current state of Get-‘er-Done to a renewed paradigm of Have-Some-Fun.
Anyone out there want to join me? And keep me posted on what you do? For me, it’s time to re-claim that girl who liked to sit on the front porch rail of our house, swinging my legs, and belting out Mae West quotes and tunes (C’mon up and see me sometime!) to any passerby who traveled through our tiny town. It’s time to start having some Fun!
Mae West: You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.