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My favorite ‘F’ word…
Psssst… it’s not what you think.
OK, so if you read this far, like TWO lines, then you gotta…JUST GOTTA read the rest.
Capice?
F-U-N
That’s my favorite F-word, and before you get all judgy on me and call me a eunuch or some other dastardly word, please know that the F-word you THOUGHT I was gonna write about falls nicely under the F-word I’m gonna write about.
F-U-N
For many of us, maybe you, yeah YOU reading this…we may have forgotten what fun is or even how to have fun.
We get caught up in the rat race or even on that ladder to success and totally blow by the things that make us…
Laugh…
Smile…
Walk in the grass barefoot…
Feel like a kid again…
Now look…
In no way, shape, or form am I advocating skipping over important life obligations to have fun.
Not at all.
What I am saying is that life has a much different flavor if we make fun a part of all that we MUST get done.
For some of us, ‘work’ is fun.
* Like maybe you’re a Navy SEAL…
* The gal who rubs Chippendales dancers down with oil before…
