{"id":5704,"date":"2014-04-22T12:37:16","date_gmt":"2014-04-22T17:37:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/mojo\/?p=5704"},"modified":"2025-07-29T17:16:23","modified_gmt":"2025-07-29T22:16:23","slug":"scheduling-fun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/blog\/scheduling-fun\/","title":{"rendered":"Scheduling fun?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-16134\" src=\"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/20140422_mardigras.jpg\" alt=\"An image of the French Quarter in New Orleans, Louisiana, packed with people for Mardi Gras.\" width=\"474\" height=\"356\" srcset=\"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/20140422_mardigras.jpg 1600w, https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/20140422_mardigras-1536x1152.jpg 1536w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 474px) 100vw, 474px\" \/>I\u2019m asking a question, but I\u2019m not sure I\u2019ll understand any responses I\u2019ll get.<\/p>\n<p>A long time ago, I wrote this post: <a title=\"Because I don\u2019t know why, is why.\" href=\"http:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/blog\/mommy-why-dont-you-smile-anymore\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Mommy, why don\u2019t you smile anymore?<\/a><\/p>\n<p>I was doing a psych eval for clearance for a surgery I hope to have some time this coming summer, and the shrink said, \u201cYou don\u2019t know how to relax, do you?\u201d Why no. No, I don\u2019t. I don\u2019t remember the last time I had actual fun that didn\u2019t involve guilt for being unproductive.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Mike Cane insists on being an internet crank.\" href=\"http:\/\/mikecanex.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Twittercrank<\/a> linked me to this: <a title=\"Fogies v Whippersnappers\" href=\"http:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/archives\/2014\/04\/21\/youngold\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Young\/Old<\/a>. I\u2019m some depressing amalgam of each. I have a comfort zone. Some of those things I can violate. Some I can\u2019t. Depends on the day and time of the month.<\/p>\n<p>I was cruising Pinterest (as I do) (does gorging on eye candy qualify as fun?) (especially if I feel guilty for the DIY projects I\u2019m not getting done?), and I saw this: <a title=\"I have never organized my time well in my entire life.\" href=\"http:\/\/www.rcsoatl.com\/2014\/03\/how-to-plan-for-busy-week-college.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">How to plan for a busy week {college students}<\/a>. Doesn\u2019t apply just to college students. On the poster\u2019s \u201cmust-do\u201d list is to have fun (paraphrasing).<\/p>\n<p>How does one do this?<\/p>\n<p>I scheduled a fun night out with a friend who had a conflict at the last minute. I didn\u2019t go. The fun part was having a friend to go to a thing who would also enjoy it. Dude offered to take a night off and go with me, but he would have hated every second of the three hours, and who wants to put their spouse through that, especially if they have to take time off work to do it?<\/p>\n<p>Went out with Dude yesterday for lunch. Was it <em>fun?<\/em> Well, I enjoy being with Dude and I like the restaurant\u2019s food and it was calming and relaxing, but is that <em>fun?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t find the same things fun that my kids do. WTF is <em>fun?<\/em> What is the concept of fun? Am I fun-deficient? Do I not know how to have fun? Rather, do I not know how to have fun <em>with<\/em> other people? Am I not paying attention? Is my attention span really that short?<\/p>\n<p>Or have I just gotten so cynical that I\u2019ve lost some sense of wonder about life? (Hint: This is the correct answer.) What I want, really, is to be able to laugh with my kids and husband and have <em>fun<\/em> with them.<\/p>\n<p>Suggestions? How can I scale back my cynicism? How can I scale back my sense of guilt for not being productive constantly? How can I expand my narrow lifestyle\u2019s worldview to <em>fun<\/em> so I can laugh with my kids? And, well, what <em>is<\/em> \u201cfun\u201d?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m asking a question, but I\u2019m not sure I\u2019ll understand any responses I\u2019ll get. A long time ago, I wrote this post: Mommy, why don\u2019t you smile anymore? I was doing a psych eval for clearance for a surgery I hope to have some time this coming summer, and the shrink said, \u201cYou don\u2019t know [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[317],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5704","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-philosophy"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5704"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5704"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5704\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16595,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5704\/revisions\/16595"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5704"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5704"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5704"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}