Fun

Last week, one of my “13 things you’ll regret when you’re old” was turning down invitations to have fun. After a particularly grueling and emotional two weeks—both professionally and personally—I really wanted to bag out on plans to go see Imagine Dragons in Tampa. It was hot. I was tired. I was grumpy. We saw them in Orlando last year. My tummy hurt. I had all my excuses locked and loaded.

I am so glad I didn’t pull them from my arsenal.

John and I love their music, but this was more than just a trip to see a band. Our dear family friends’ son is taking off in a week to go to Boston College. I took care of this kid when he was an infant and love him like my own. So, there was that.

And, we just have fun when we are with them. I needed to have a little fun, as evidenced by my extended grumpy stint. No housework.
No dog duties. No homework. Just fun.

After a great dinner at a cool place downtown (I have already forgotten the name),
We headed to the amphitheater. It was hot, but I just let it ride. The reward was a very buff  Dan Reynolds performing shirtless the whole night. Not bad. I managed to stop my ogling long enough to concentrate on the message of the music, something I needed to hear: You’re ok being you. Be brave enough to live outside the box others have shut you in as a means of control. Break free from your demons—we all have them.

This morning, Becky and I had a nice walk and talk on Bayshore even after it started raining on us. Pedicures and a wine lunch will follow. Dinner with the guys tonight and brunch before we leave tomorrow will round it off.

Fun. Just fun. It’s a good gift to give yourself every once in a while. That, you will never regret.

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