When You Need a Little More Mischief in Your Life
Remember when we were fun? When we laughed out loud, stayed up late and talked about more than symptoms?
Remember when we were known to cause a little mischief now and then and we weren’t the least bit sorry?
I miss us.
You too, huh?
What if it didn’t have to be this way? I mean, what if we could remember we are more than our list of symptoms, medications, and upcoming doctors appointments?
I’ve been reading this book. “Love Does” by Bob Goff. I’m not exactly sure why it took me so long to buy it when I’d heard so many wonderful things about it or why, once I’d made the purchase, it floated around in my purse for two months before I dove in. But within the first two purse stained pages, I wanted to write Bob Goff and tell him what a gifted, funny author he was. And also kindly request that he remove his hand from my soul and stop digging around in there. Reading it hurt. Not, someone drop-kicked me down the stairs while telling me my Momma was smelly kind of hurt, more of an uncomfortable ache as the buried desires of your heart begin to stir, hurt. The whole premise of the book is encapsulated in loving extravagantly, living life to the fullest and occasionally engaging in a little harmless mischief. Everything he writes about is everything that’s ever been written on my heart.
It’s also extremely challenging to implement in this season of my life.
And so maybe it was easier to forget that I wanted to love extravagantly, that I wanted to laugh out loud, engage in my fair share of mischief.
Maybe it was easier to throw my hands up in the air and say, “I can’t!” or ever so subtly convince myself I don’t need or want those things, to just bury the desires altogether.
Ever been there?
A friend of mine gave him to me as a Christmas present several years ago. I was single, and he was my “boyfriend”. My roommate and I weren’t always nice to Steve, but we did have fun.
After I had gotten married, the kids carried on the tradition, hiding Steve in various places around the house, terrifying family members and strangers alike.
Yesterday, (after calling and speaking with Bob Goff ) it occurred to me that no one had done anything terrible with Steve in far too long. Our daily lives had been taken over by talk of appointments, medications, report cards, car repairs, life.
So I decided that we needed a little more Steve and a little less stress.
Sadly, my son Hayden found Steve in his backpack before he left for school.
Maybe hiding a mannequin head in your son’s backpack isn’t your idea of fun. What is? What things don’t require a ton of money or energy, just creativity? What movie makes you laugh out loud no matter how many times you watch it? What friend’s jokes are so bad you can’t help but laugh? Whatever it is, make room for it. Laughter is the best medicine.
And after all, life is too short not to enjoy the ride.
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