Girls just want to have fun. Apparently. That’s what I hear. But when you hit the ripe old’ish age of 33 (this month, yay, can’t wait) is the term girl applicable? This woman? Lady? Old girl? Just wants to have fun. It doesn’t have the same ring to it. Not as catchy, you know? And as we round the corner towards my 33rd birthday, in a year I’m sure will be MY YEAR, I want to find out if I’m still allowed to have fun.
Because life keeps shoving me to get serious.
To take things more seriously.
To be more serious.
And we all know how that turned out for me before. I was overwhelmed and unimpressed with the life I’d built for my very attempt-serious self. Serious just makes me nervous. I’d rather be silly and fun and more than a little flippant. I don’t mind being flippant sometimes; you should try it. But without the carelessness, that is associated with it.
I would never advocate for carelessness. Because for me, there is a big difference between wanting to have fun and being excited about the life I’m living and shoving my head in the sand. You know what I mean, we all know those people who refuse to adult, who hide out from the world and refuse to progress. The good old days, they exclaim! I don’t want to. Well, I don’t mean that. I mean finding the joy in the everyday stuff. Finding a way to be excited and most of all finding the time to have fuuuun.
But back to this girl just wanting to have fun. I declare it. I say yes to an offer to be frivolous and footloose and fancy-free (that’s a lot of F-words). I dance all night and wake like I’ve competed in some strenuous athletic event and I realise that perhaps what I’m looking for is that connection to joy and fun.
Connection to people and to myself and the things I like. Because dance parties are fun. Staying out with the girls until dawn, still does wonderful things for the soul. But being connected to the life you’re living and doing it with a smile on your face, well that’s something else.
That’s what I want.
And that’s what, nine days out of every ten, I’m lucky to have. What about you? Do you find time to be happy, get excited and do the things you love every day? Not all day every day but every single day? (quoting movies again, who said that one?). I hope so. That’s my birthday wish this year, to stay excited about things, this girl just wants to have fun!
Hi! I’m Melissa Walker Horn. Around here, they call me Suger. I’m the Chief Blogger and doer of all the things here at Suger Coat It. Blogging since 1901; I love a casual ootd, taking photos, and writing about things that irk or inspire me. I love wine and cheese, long days at the beach and spending time with my family. I make stuff for the internet over at Chalkboard Digital. You know, living the sweet life.
I turn 31 this year, but at times I’m pretty sure I’m 13. I am a big kid at heart. I love theme park rides and getting photos with superheros, singing and dancing – even though I can’t really do either – I ride the shopping trolley down the ramp and it’s a race between my sister (who’s 27) and me. I try and make my own fun because I do just wanna have fun! 🙂
Yeeees! My sister is 27 too. Haha. Those younger sister’s sure do up the fun times ante. LOL. And that sounds perfect, making your own fun is half the fun. 😉
LOVE this post! I’m 43 this month (now *that’s* old) and after battling a really crap illness for the past 12 months, I changed the tagline to my blog at the beginning of this year to ‘finding fun in the everyday.’ Even on what seems like a really boring day, there’s always something fun waiting to be found x
Thanks Kirsten! Haha. I knew someone would have to point out that 33 really isn’t that bad. I’m ok with it. And I’m glad to hear that after such a crap year you came out stronger and ready to have some fun! I’m sure it will serve you well my friend!