The word “fun” can be problematic because it is often used to unintentionally flag up a distinct lack of fun; for example fun-runs, fun-size, and any activity that begins with someone using the phrase “come on, it’ll be FUN” but fun is actually quite important.
Used correctly, the word actually means enjoyment or light-hearted pleasure; not (as the above activities would indicate) disappointment, pain and / or boredom.
Yes, of course I’m a MASSIVE hypocrite. I spend at least 50% of each day screaming at you both that you need to have less fun and be more bloody responsible.
In my defence, adults spend their whole lives trying to fit in tonnes of necessary and important things each day, and this inadvertently trains us to live without the “fun”. We even end up prioritising things we enjoy behind things we feel obliged to do.
Some of us need to re-learn how to have fun. Once we’ve learned how to successfully be grown-ups, we need to re-learn how not to be. I think C.S.Lewis said it best:-
Some adults can’t remember how much fun it is to sit and colour something in, or make a collage, or a working volcano. They just lurch from box-set to box-set vicariously experiencing the same kinds of ups and downs they already have in real life (though some of us do also find this fun).
Now would be a good time to point out that no-one else gets to define “fun” for you, only you know what you find “fun”. Otherwise we’re back in “come on it’ll be fun” territory.
Personally, I like writing, sewing and watching lots of lovely telly. Grandma likes walking, gardening and lying to small children (or “extolling the virtues of literature” as she likes to call it). Daddy likes photography, horror films and writing lists of jobs for Mummy to do.
You can’t count as fun anything you feel a responsibility to do. If you enjoy going to the gym then that is fun. If you “mostly have fun once I’m there and think it’s good for me anyway” it is NOT FUN.
“Fun” is different for everybody. Find what you enjoy pottering about at, then potter away.
…Potter! That’s the word I should have used to start with, not fun – see post on Family Memory for further details.