A friend put up a Facebook post today that talked about how much fun she had playing in the snow with her son and how she had forgotten how much fun she used to have playing in the snow as a kid. She went on to say she planned to do it again tomorrow.
This post really spoke to me because it speaks to my reply when people ask me how I have energy and time to do all the things that I do. The answer is I have fun. I try not to do things that aren't fun. When I have to do things that aren't particularly enjoyable I try like hell to have fun anyway. My boss's, boss's boss jokingly accused me of having too much fun at work the other day. I think most people I work with would tell you the job isn't fun at all and is an exercise in frustration. I try like hell to have fun. I enjoy the people and the stupid stuff that happens and I look for every excuse to make a joke or clown around. Don't get me wrong most people would tell you I work hard and I often get described as "driven". Yet I think everyone would agree that I have fun at work virtually all the time. That's the whole point. I can do all the things I do and keep going and going and going because I try to have fun all the time. I have fun working at the Food Bank, I enjoy my Relay for Life committee meetings and enjoy the hell out of the event itself. I have fun meeting and joking around with people when I'm door knocking or doing some other type of organizing for a politician.
The point is that I live like a kid. I get up early and stay up late because I don't want to miss things. This is why you can't get your kids to bed or to stay in bed. They have fun all the time. I don't wake up in the morning and go to work hating my job, complain all day and then come home and watch TV all evening. Everything I do I try to make a difference and have fun. It's an amazing drug that feeds on itself. Try it. Sounds like my friend did and had a great time. There is a real life lesson in her post. Think about it.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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