Oh To Have a Purple Tutu

The sad thing is that I don't remember a time that simple. I have filled my head and my calendar with things to do and things to become, and I leave no time for... Well, for fun. Why is it that we have to feel guilty for wanting fun? Sad, isn't it. Let's change that. Maybe even just you and I, but once they see how much fun were having, they'll come around.

I'm not suggesting an abdication of responsibility. No, we should all be gainfully employed and doing our part and all that jazz, but we should all tear up the part of the adult contract that demands we be serious all the time. Look for chances to have fun. Stop and look around until something makes you smile. Wouldn't that be sweet? My daughter found herself suddenly the proud owner of a pretty purple tutu. What did she do when she found out? She danced until she laughed so hard it made her crash. Give me that life, please.

Would it kill us to be a little more childlike? Christ didn't think so, in fact, He made it a condition to inheriting the kingdom of heaven. Kind of makes you wonder, huh? I don't have any delusions of my blog changing the world, but I do hope that it changes me. This week, I am going to find space to have fun. If you want to join me in the experiment, then jump on board, and let me know what you find.