Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree .
It was a simple question, but I was taken aback. The guy I have plans with this weekend asked, “So what do you like to do for fun?”
And I stopped in my tracks.
“For Fun” recently hasn’t been about sky-diving or motorcycle-racing or any of the adrenalin-pumping activities I associate with a man asking what I like to do for “fun.”
Instead, “fun” conjured up something very quiet for me. Most of my fun over the past few months has been about quiet times in my garden—much of it hard work—about some wonderfully peaceful moments in nature, about just creating a serene and secure environment. Nothing loud and boisterous. Some nice adventures, yes, but recently it’s been more about roots and wings than just careening and laughing loud. Both are good, but I guess I’ve needed more of a connection from within during these last couple of months.
Yes, I know that “fun” and “play” aren’t necessarily wet and wild activities or events, but my reaction to the question surprised me more than the question itself.
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