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When Did We Stop Having Fun?

Was there a memo and I missed it?

When were we instructed to no longer indulge in “FUN,” just for fun’s sake? Maybe that message is just in our heads of some unknown origin. But, for most of us, fun began to slip down to the uncool, frivolous reign in our 20′s, and by our 30′s and 40′s it dropped even further in to unnecessary and frowned upon.

Not for all, there are still those of us, smart enough and brave enough to unabashedly engage in frivolous fun regularly. I envy those people. I live with one of those people. I try to be one of those people, but it’s unbearably hard. I imagine that it sort of like trying to quit smoking after 40 years of the familiar habit, except seriousness is entrenched and socially acceptable.

We need more fun in this world. I need more fun in this world…And I am not alone. the first step, I think is to not make it so darn difficult. We plan, schedule and rate our fun, just like…well…just like our work. No wonder it doesn’t turn out so well.

I think we’d be better served to just try to indulge in those little acts that used to make us smile. That’s enough for now.

Don’t grade it, don’t think, just do it.

Can we just sit in our comfortable chair…I mean basket…and smile at the world? ( I would recommend something a bit larger for most of us.)

Can we just jump in and laugh and whoop with abandon, not caring what the neighbors, (or anyone else,) think?

I can hear you. You Nancy Naysayers, Practical Pennys, and Downer Debbies out there. “We can’t just stop being adults, drop what we’re doing and have fun every day. We’re too busy.”

Really? Or is that just a familiar excuse?

I dare you!

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Time Plays Tricks on You

Why is it, when you’re waiting for something big and exciting, time passes soo slooowly…?

It’s like the last few days before Christmas when you were a child, or the last days of school. The last week before a long-awaited vacation is often the same. Ugh.

The end of a military separation – I would imagine any separation – always take forever to pass. Maybe it’s because you aren’t sleeping and it just seems like the days are longer… Only a few more days until Mr. Soldier gets home.

And just in time too! I forget if I took my pills, forgot to eat lunch, can’t sleep. I did remember to take a shower, but I don’t recall any of it. There is not enough coffee in the world. Geez…I’m not sure what happened to this organized, focused woman.

Almost done…and then I can sleep for like 24 hours

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Here We Go Again…

As we prepare for yet another military separation (only 2 months this time…and stateside) the uneasiness begins. At least this time there is no fear, no war zone and communication should be easier. But the reality is that we will be without a husband and father…and now we add grandfather (Poppy) to the mix. There will be missed events and lonely days. There always are.

Winter is hard here in upstate NY and the prospect of shoveling or the terrifying thought of having to use the snowblower (you don’t want to know what happened last year with this machine of torture) again is not a welcome thing. Chores need to be done, things inevitably break and there’s not a month that goes by without some sort of crisis to manage…such is the norm for life with children and a home.

We will manage of course. There is no other option. Yes, we’ll be fine, but shouldn’t I be allow to bitch and whine and feel just a bit grumpy about it? Allow me a couple of days to have my annoyed pity party and then we’ll be back to the ordinary business of life. At least our version of normal life…though it may not be like most others it’s what we have chosen.

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