Hold My Beer
“Hold my beer”
~every person prior to performing something spectacularly ridiculous that may or may not involve hospitalization
Where is your fun?
Did you park it by the pay-per-hour meter when you took on all those responsibilities? (adulting is bs)
When you try to have fun, are you the person whom you used to make fun of (we’re talking to you Mr. In Bed by 9pm)?
If you legitimately are sitting here trying to figure out when was the last time you let it all hang out, this one’s for you. Keep reading. If you are vividly reminded of your last fun time, keep reading anyway. I want to keep this fresh in your mind, a part of your Empowered Lifetime skill set.
So. Why is fun important? With any quality piece, I refer to numerous internet posts that say so. There are scientists included in my research, they just normally don’t get published on the first page. But, because I love you, I researched all the way to page 2. I’m good like that.
As predicted, it is biochemically profitable for us to let go and have and little fun on a regular basis. RBF is only for stellar Instagram pix and does not contribute to a fully rounded happy life. Our bodies are natural tools that can make or break us. When we dance like no one’s watching, run like Phoebe, or get a cramp from laughing so hard at our own jokes, we release those yummy feel good endorphins that are like a shot of the best drug out there (again, NOT encouraging use of life-threatening drugs). We’ve all felt it…yet so many of us forget the road to get back there. Instead assholes like Cortisol can take control, leading us to stress, misery, and hopelessness.
Action plan for the win: call up your squad and get out there. Don’t make a schedule of events. Let the Universe feel your desire for the good times and let it flow. Do something non-sophisticated. And laugh at yourself. Laugh at your friends. Just don’t be the asshole that laughs at the person who has not read this blog. Share the love & watch your endorphins rule.