People ask this question as if fun is a single event. A checkbox.
A laminated memory card you pull out on demand.

“What’s the last thing you did for fun?”

Listen.
It’s not like I did one thing.

I do a lot of things.
Some intentionally.
Some accidentally.
Some because life just walked past me and tripped.

Thanksgiving, for instance. I hosted a nice meal for family and friends. Was it fun? Yes. Was it exhausting? Also yes. Can something be both? Welcome to adulthood.

The next day, we went to an off-Broadway play callef The Art of Leaving. It was a Solid C+.  A
Maybe a B- if I’m feeling generous.
But that’s not the point. The point is that I I went. 2) I sat in a dark theater with other humans and collectively decided to suspend reality for 90 minutes. That counts.

Here’s the thing though. I try to do something fun every day. Do I always succeed? That depends entirely on your definition of fun.

Because some days, “fun” looks like a full belly laugh that comes out of nowhere. And that happens daily.

My dogs are ridiculous. Truly committed to their craft. They provide constant mirth, chaos, and the occasional why are you like this moment that ends in laughter.

I go into work pretty much every day. And honestly? That commute alone deserves its own sitcom.

There are the quiet laughs, the internal commentary you keep to yourself while observing humanity in transit. And then there are the out-loud laughs. The ones that escape later when you recount the moment to someone who nods and says, “Of course that happened.”

There is always something to laugh about. Which means there is always something I did for fun.

Yes, sometimes fun is calendarized. Planned. Ticketed.
Like sneaking in an off-Broadway play.

And sometimes it’s last-minute dinner with a friend where neither of us actually eats. Strange, I know.
But the main course was us showing up, talking, being present.
Calories were irrelevant.

So when people ask me what the last thing I did for fun was, I pausw. Not because I don’t know, but because I don’t know where to start.

Fun isn’t always fireworks. Sometimes it’s a flicker. A moment.
A laugh that sneaks up on you while you’re busy doing “real life.”

EVERYDAY can bring a little ADVENTURE. If you let it.
If you notice it. If you don’t wait for fun to look impressive.

Sometimes the art isn’t leaving.
It’s noticing you were already there.