Fun used to mean noise, lights, being out too late and waking up too early. I chased moments like fireworks—loud, short, and exciting.
Now? Fun is a long walk without my phone. A nap with rain tapping the roof. Eating crackers in bed. I still laugh, but softer now. I still dance, mostly with my feet under a blanket. The world spins fast, but I don’t have to. I’m learning that fun can be gentle too. Like a housecat watching the sun move across the floor—and thinking, "Yes. This is enough for today."
