What was the last thing you did for play or fun?
The last thing I did purely for fun wasnβt scheduled.
It didnβt sit neatly on my calendar or come with a sense of productivity attached to it. In fact, thatβs probably why it stood out.
It was one of those quiet evenings when the day had already taken more than it promised. Work was done, responsibilities paused, and for once, I didnβt rush to fill the silence with something βuseful.β
Instead, I played musicβloud enough to feel it, soft enough to enjoy itβand started moving around the room. No steps to follow. No mirror to impress. Just movement that felt silly, free, and wonderfully unnecessary.
For a few minutes, I forgot about deadlines, messages, and tomorrowβs plans. I laughed at myself. I missed a beat. I didnβt care. And in that moment, I realized how rare it had become to do something just because it felt good.
Play, I learned, doesnβt always look like games or outings.
Sometimes itβs dancing alone.
Sometimes itβs joking without reason.
Sometimes itβs letting yourself be imperfect without apologizing for it.
That small pocket of fun didnβt change my lifeβbut it changed my evening. It reminded me that joy doesnβt need permission, and rest doesnβt have to be earned.
And maybe thatβs the real win:
remembering that play still belongs in adult lifeβquietly, casually, and exactly when we least plan for it.
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