“So what do you do for fun?”

This simple question threw me for a loop. 

I paused, frozen like a deer caught in headlights, as my mind went blank and I asked myself wait, what do I do for fun?

Why was this so hard for me to answer? And why did I feel so lost at such a simple question?

Because the answer was…nothing. 

I had stopped being intentional about having fun. 

There’s a false narrative that runs deep in motherhood. That depletion is just part of the deal and exhaustion is the price of admission. And the ultimate prize to show that you’ve been doing it right, is to have a cup that’s empty.