I am constantly awed by my daughter’s ability to make things fun.

Playing a board game, while I’m focused on whose turn it is and how quickly the pawns get moved because bedtime is fast approaching, she’s delighting in different ways to roll the dice.

She’s constantly finding new ways to flip over the arm of the couch while walking from the dining room to her bedroom.

Instead of sitting still and waiting for something, she’s making shapes with her hands, or funny faces, or me laugh.

I think I was always a fairly sensitive, serious child but somewhere along the path to adulthood I lost touch with my sense of fun. I’m putting focused attention on finding it again. In my own responsible adult, to-do list filled life. (It’s easy to find the fun when I’m playing with my girl. It’s harder when I’m scrubbing toilets and folding socks.)

Last week I bought myself a pack of multicolor glitter stars. I’m using them in my calendar to add some sparkle to getting things done. That feels fun to me.

This week whether it’s making dinner, doing the dishes, plowing through my email or cleaning off my desk (again) I’m looking for the fun. I plan to make a new (fun!) habit of it.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to do the same.

And if you’re someone who naturally finds the fun, or the silly, or the goofy in life, I’d love to hear about it. Stories and tips are welcome.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put on a red clown nose and have breakfast.