Last weekend 13,000 friends and I ran the Color Me Rad race. (Haha.) It was SO fun! Actually, our humble, but awesome team of was thrown together + random but it ended up being the catalyst for an AMAZING experience. Awkward moments and all. We forged friendships. My Aunt came all the way from the West to run with us (which was SO awesome). Our daughters girls got to play in the colours! Dan rocked the house. Best of all, it felt like I went back-in-time met my old self. My younger-self. My fun self. FUN-kal. I missed that girl so much. I almost forgot about her.
But she's back. ;)
The last five years have been amazing + exhausting. The babies, the sleepless nights, the pain, the diet changes, the hurts, the medications. It feels like I was slowly calcifying... that sounds terrible, but it is the truth. (#truthfulblogging) I don't want to be stuck in that solidifying feeling. I WON'T be stuck there. This weekend was just the kick in the pants I needed to remember WHO I AM. And I'm fun.
The race (which I totally walked by the way) was the reminder I needed. FUN. People are great. Music is awesome. Life is fun. Life is short. Life is too precious to worry about the stupid things.
Today: We are going to have dance parties, icecream cones and drive with the windows open IN THE RAIN. We're going to colour ourselves us. We're going to go buy fun things at IKEA. We're gonna let Poet be the activity director. And maybe stop for some crazy photo opps. The Girl Tribe needs to spend some time with more FUN. And so do I.