She asked me what I do for fun… and I didn’t have an answer.
We were out with friends—small talk, laughter, a glass of wine.
And then that question came up:
“Do you golf?”
“Nope,” I replied. “My husband’s the golfer.”
“Pickleball?”
Another no. Not really my thing.
Then came the question that lingered longer than I expected:
“So… what do you do for fun?”
Before I could even respond, my husband jumped in:
“She likes to work.”
Cue the polite laughter.
But inside? I cringed a little.
Because while it’s kind of true—I do love what I do—
It felt so one-dimensional.
Like fun had to be a sport, a hobby with a title, or a club to join.
And suddenly, I was questioning if I even knew what fun meant for me anymore.
But here’s the thing: I do have fun.
It just doesn’t always look the way the world expects it to.
Fun, for me, is morning walks where I can hear myself think.
It’s Pilates on a day I almost canceled, feeling proud that I went.
It’s coffee and deep conversation.
It’s helping another woman find that outfit—the one that makes her light up.
It’s sleepovers with my grandsons.
It’s a quiet moment after a full day, feeling thankful and the weight of the world a little lighter.
Yes, I love building cYou.
Yes, I love dreaming about what’s next.
And if that’s called work—then I suppose I’ve built a life where fun and purpose overlap.
That’s the dream, isn’t it?
So if no one’s told you lately—fun doesn’t have to be loud.
It doesn’t have to be sporty.
It doesn’t have to be explainable.
It just has to feel like you.
What do you do for fun?
We’d love to hear. 💕
