I am not exactly…fun. I love a spreadsheet. A to-do list. An Oxford comma in the right place. But fun? Seems a little irresponsible. As an enneagram one, I tend to be a black-and-white thinker. My categories are right and wrong. And fun doesn’t seem to fit well in either bucket. It’s ok once in a while—if all my other responsibilities are done, of course. But with three kids, a home, a husband, and a part-time job, there is no “done” when it comes to my responsibilities. There’s a laundry list of them. Literally. There is so much laundry.
But when I do let myself have fun, I enjoy it. (Imagine!) I am a self-proclaimed Disney adult, after all. The fun is all supplied for you! Lists of rides to check off! Maps! Itineraries! But having fun once (ok, twice) a year really isn’t much. I want more fun in my everyday life—and I don’t want my inner critic to yell at me while I’m having it.
So, the question is this: Can my love of a spreadsheet be a superpower, allowing me to stretch my schedule to make room for fun? Can this enneagram one actually make the healthy move toward enneagram seven, embracing spontaneity when nonscheduled fun arises? Will my kids remember the chore charts or the dance parties? Am I actually having more fun than I let myself acknowledge? What is fun anyway?
Let’s find out.
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