Play is fun, too

If you have been following me as I meander through the implications and manifestions of fun, you’ll understand why I’m sharing a post I found – a post called “Play vs Fun.” I quote:

We played this weekend.  Yep, there I said it. We played.  Not “we had fun this weekend”, but “we played this weekend”.  The difference?  There is no motive for play except well play.  Nothing gets checked off a list when you play except the item that says “play.”  I can have fun doing so many things.  I can have fun cleaning my house if I am in the right mood and have some good tunes playing.  I can have fun at work.  I can have fun packing boxes for our move. AND that is so good to find fun inside the things I need to do.  I love that I can make most things fun and enjoyable.  What I have trouble doing is not doing anything “worthwhile”–that is something on a list that has an end result.  I am “play challenged” no doubt.  I think some of that is from my upbringing.  Some of that thinking is just because of the person that I am-I am a doer.  So for me to say “no work all play” this weekend is pretty monumental.

Actually, I find myself wanting to entire post with you. In fact, before you read further, do us both a favor – click on the link I linked to when I shared the link: Play vs Fun.

Read it? A very good addition, don’t you think, to our dialog. A helpful reminder about what we’re about.

So now that you have, and not in any way to divert you from your contemplations, I just have to ask you this: do you think we’d play if it wasn’t fun?

1 Comment

  1. Lily on September 7, 2012 at 8:22 am

    Tough question. I think we would do a lot of things not really fun, but they probably wouldn’t be called “play” (they’d probably be called work).

    We went on a family vacation a couple of weeks ago. My husband and I, and our 4 kids (11yo-19yo). I actually hesitate to call it a vacation, more a trip. Since a vacation says relaxation and fun. We had fun, but it was not relaxing. We put an awful lot of effort into it. DH and I spent effort on making sure that the kids got fed appropriately (and affordably), and to make sure we knew how to get where we were going and how to get back to our hotel in a strange city. Why did we do all of that?

    So that people we loved could play and have fun and make new memories. I was thinking that maybe we would still play if it wasn’t fun for the purpose of making memories, but then, why would we want memories of un-fun times? I do think that we might play, even if it wasn’t fun for us, because it’s fun for the people we love. And doing something nice for the people we love is another sort of fun, isn’t it?

    Love and laughter,

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