I Choose… Fun

I Choose...FUN

There I was, glancing through the online news on Friday night and reading about the ‘Freighter Crawl’ taking place the next night, over the river.

I was intrigued.

It reminded me of my university days hanging out with friends, dancing up a storm. I knew that it was something that I would enjoy. My only worry was being able to stay awake past 10pm!

In my older age, a couple of years away from 50, it has been customary for me to head to bed at a decent hour. On really tired days, it might be before 9pm. On a really, really good day, I can push 11pm. Trying to make it to midnight might be a stretch, but I was up for the challenge.

Boat steering wheelDoing a quick Internet search and finding a decent hotel in downtown Sault Michigan, the plans were in motion and we decided to spend the night on the town, walking from place to place, in celebration of the opening of the locks for freighter season.

I know there was a mention in the news article of staggering; however, I will be sticking to pretend celebratory drinks like iced tea and lemonade, with an umbrella twist.

No worries that I might get too intoxicated to walk, I stopped being able to hold my liquor first year of university, after blowing a year of spending money in the first couple of months. Drinking mostly stopped after that and the only time I feel hung over these days is when I stay up eating too much comfort food, watching back to back recordings of ‘Gilmore Girls’.

This brings me to the whole point of this topic of choosing fun. I am not sure how, when or why ‘fun’ stopped. Maybe it was having to get up early for my career, not wanting to spend money on frivolous things, while paying for vehicle loans or mortgages or just slowly weaning away from wanting to spend time in loud places and valuing instrumental spa music instead.

Maybe fun was most often associated with drinking, partying or getting rowdy and crazy, in my younger days. Maybe fun was what people do before they have children or take on adult responsibilities like spring cleaning, bill paying or saving up for a renovation project. All I know is that my desire for fun is increasing again.

Recently enjoying a night of billiards, in a quiet establishment, while away for a work contract, dancing on the top deck of a cruise ship at a glow party, to music with bass loud enough to shake the drink glasses off the table, participating in a hip hop style dance class for my first dance class in almost three decades and staying up long past my bed time to apparently crawl from one licenced establishment to another, with the intention of celebrating the big boat season on our waterfront. This all seems very wild to me!

Mind you, I did just have a medical test this week that will show the six month progress of a small growth on my kidney. In case it turns out to be an issue that needs some kind of intervention or down time, maybe I just want to ensure that I am living it up, taking in all the fun I can get, in the meantime. Maybe, it is just an excuse to let loose and start to truly live again, without anxiety, worry, depression or adulthood. Sometimes I just don’t want to adult.

I find that the older I get, the more free I get. I feel wiser, more relaxed, more at peace and confident in who I am and what I want. I get to decide if I am miserable or joyful. I get to pick what I will and won’t do with my time. I get to plan my days, choose what fun is for me and pick who I am going to spend my time with. I like getting older. I like having good, clean fun.

If you have been anything like me, over the previous twenty or thirty years, primarily reserved, conservative, eating like it was going out of style, enjoying my alone time, reading, journalling, watching chick flicks, nestled in our cozy homes and peaceful spaces, maybe it is time to integrate some fun into your life.

I now choose more fun, to keep life interesting, in a world where stress seems to be more prevalent than fun. Admittedly, it makes me feel young again.

How about you? Is a bit of fun in order? What is fun for you? What makes you laugh? When was the last time you really had fun? Will you choose your own version of good, clean fun, to spice things up a bit? Good, clean fun is possible you know. Really.

In case we happened to cross paths this weekend, on the ‘Freighter Crawl’, I was likely the one with the big smile on my face and my phone out, taking photos. If there was any fun being had, trust me, I have it as evidence…

‘Time flies. Time flies faster every year. Time flies whether you’re having fun or not, whether you’re living your life big or small, whether you surround yourself with fear or laughter.’ ~ Claire Cook