“What do you do for fun?”
It’s always been an odd question for me to answer. I get a different reaction depending on who I’m talking to.
I like to write, read, work on projects, I’ll check out a movie from time to time, watch sports, blah blah blabbity blah…
It really doesn’t matter what comes after I say ‘work on projects’…
“So you work all the time then, huh?”
I don’t know. I suppose so.
“Man, you should go out sometime.”
“I don’t know. Maybe a club or something. Aren’t you bored?”
No. I don’t think I EVER get bored. There’s too much to do.
(Falls on deaf ears.)
“You should come out with me sometime. I’ll show you a good time.”
Ok, sure, when I get some time. I’ll think about it.
It never happens. I rarely, if ever, hang out with a bunch of friends at one time, but I still manage to have FUN. My kind of fun, not other people’s.
Thinking about big ideas is fun to me, especially in group settings. Working on those ideas is not as fun, but the results that come from the work is entirely satisfying.
Exercising in a gym is not fun, but running around playing frisbee or catching a football is. Exercise with some gaming or competitive element gets my juices flowing, but a treadmill heading to nowhere seems like such a waste.
Writing is a mixed bag. Sometimes it’s fun, most of the time it’s an exercise in frustration and despair hoping something ingenious spews out of my brain. Thank the universe for ‘morning pages’ by Julia Cameron. A writer’s life saver.
Dancing is fun, unless I feel like I’m forcing it, or I’m dancing because some beautiful woman asked me to, but I’m not really feeling the music. She has no clue.
Starting a company is fun-ish, but after the initial excitement and bursts of creative energy, reality sets in. The momentum shifts to hard work, doubt, uncertainty, and hopefully a few small wins to keep the business (and my sanity) alive one more day.
This 30 day challenge is fun on some days, but today I’m hating on this “fun” post.
But you know what? It’s all worth it. The crummy days of doing something you love are worth the quiet moments of pain. The fear, the worry, the doubt, the frustration are NOT fun, but there are moments in there that are.
I knew this, even in my ‘clubbing’ days. The whole entire night out was rarely fun, in fact most of the time it was the opposite. But then there are special nights when I dance for 5 hours straight, thanks to Jazzy Jeff and Shortkut.
Yup. 5 hours straight – that’s not an exaggeration. I was sore for three days. Is that kind of fun the norm for me? Not even close.
I’ve noticed that fun comes in moments and spurts, even in so-called ‘fun’ settings. Maybe true enjoyment lingers, and fun is just an excitable form of enjoyment. Who knows? Who cares? What matters is I’m enjoying my life.
I enjoy the work I do, for the most part. I enjoy my life outside of my day job, even if it’s another form of work. Am I missing out on something? Sure. The activities I do on a daily basis are sometimes fun to do, but hardly are they fun ALL of the time.
Maybe fun is not all its cracked up to be. Maybe it’s authentic enjoyment that we’re all after. Maybe it’s a new challenge. Maybe it’s a simple guilty pleasure.
Find something you enjoy doing, and stop worrying about us introverts. Trust me, we’re good.