What happened to fun?

It seems that in the past 2 years, several experiences have put me off track, and somehow I forgot how to have fun. It’s a loss that affects me every day, and needless to say it’s also affecting my marriage. In the course of investigating and working through the painful issues that are contributing to my lack of fun of late, I brainstormed a list of things I used to do for fun. It looks something like this:

Me, happy and having FUN in Italy!

• Meeting friends for a walk, bike ride, or a meal--typically one that we could walk or bike ride to. Three things about this were fun: outdoor activity, conversation/relating to people, and eating yummy food.​

• Meeting friends for a movie, music concert, book reading, or other live event. I love good stories portrayed visually or verbally; I love music, especially when it’s live and I’m sharing the groove with other people; and I can thoroughly enjoy other live events as long as the crowd isn’t too big. There’s a line between “fun” and “scary group think” that I am careful not to cross.

• Go out dancing to House music. This was always the most fun I would have had all week/month.
• Go to Durham Dance Wave or the FlowJo for some ecstatic dancing, communing with my fellow dance freaks in the Triangle. Miss you!
• Wandering alone (frequently very quickly) on foot with headphones playing music or Italian lessons, or wandering alone on my bike (always quickly) to parts or paths unknown, typically with snacks in my backpack or a restaurant/café as a destination. Maybe I’d bring a notebook and write some when I got there.
• Heading to Lake Michigan and practicing yoga by the lake. Nothing beats the view and the peace of the waves. This was super fun until (inevitably) some pestering guy disturbed my peace. I eventually learned to deal with the interruptions.
• Reading Italian and using my Italian dictionary while reading Italian.
• Taking Italian classes or meeting up with other Italian speakers to speak la bella lingua.
• Reading good books in which I learn something or I get so engaged in a story I can’t put it down.
• Planning an adventure or a trip and then getting ready for and finally going on the adventure or trip! Typically alone. Many times to Italy. Always meeting new people along the way.​
• Learning things about my city, its history, its architecture, and the people who live(d) there. And sharing what I know about the city with visitors.

 
What did I learn from this exercise? So many things. First, a lot of what I love involves being in communication with or in the presence of other people, typically friends but often just people interested in the same things that interest me.
 
Second, that my senses offer me a great source of fun: seeing beauty, hearing beauty, being in the presence of beauty—all of those things make me truly happy.
 
Third, I need and enjoy alone time, such as when I am reading and learning and interacting with music via dancing, etc. But too much alone time makes me feel disconnected and very, very unhappy.
 
Fourth, Italy and the Italian language have been a huge source of fun, happiness, and community for me the last 15 years. But then, so have Chicago and the Durham-Chapel Hill area of NC. Wonderful people abound on this earth, and I tend to find them and dance with them.
 
And finally, the greatest learning of all: I have had very little of the above sources of fun since I got married and moved overseas. And now comes the difficult part: Figuring out how to work back in most, if not all, of these sources of fun, happiness, and aliveness without alienating my spouse and my marriage, and without leaving the EU.
 
When J and I first thought about what our marriage would look like, it contained a lot of fun-sounding things—even being in Italy a LOT together. We share the love for outdoor activity, for eating (which I am currently having difficulties with, actually, due to a long-term commitment to healing my gut from antibiotic use and stress and sugar addiction), good movies/stories, and planning adventures.
 
Indeed, we planned to embark on 2 years of solid adventure and travel throughout Italy and beyond before the German government wrote to tell me that we had to scrap our plans (only after J had quit his job and we had moved out of his apartment in preparation for us leaving) and head back to Germany, homeless and jobless, so that I could enroll in 9 to 12 months of German classes within 3 months of getting that letter.
 
Since that event, I turned into Ms. Responsible. Somewhere in my youth, I learned that adults (married adults? “real” adults? I’m not sure yet) don’t have fun. They get serious about "doing what they have to do" and they work really hard to be responsible and to make security-through-money their primary goal. Earning it, saving it, worrying about it: Money is the only way to security (and, thus, happiness, I guess??).
 
When J left his job so we could go travel and volunteer for a couple years, and then we were told, “Nope, get your asses back to Germany right now,” we had no idea how to do it without his having a job. So I acted in the way I thought I should: I just worked extra hard to take care of both of us (hence the stress and sugar addiction that strongly contributed to destroying my gut). Ms. Responsible became my role, and Fun Adventure Woman was nowhere to be found. Now that J has a job again, he’s committed to making it work, which means he’s staying in Germany to do just that. No 2 years of adventure travel for us; none of the type of “fun” we had planned 2 years ago when we got married.
 
So where do we go from here? It’s a complicated question to answer, and we’re working on it every day. We seem to be getting closer to a satisfying agreement that involves me spending more time in communing with friends, traveling alone, meeting new people, learning new things, and being immersed in beauty, with as many opportunities to dance and hear music as I can find. If this agreement makes me happier and able to be the fun person he married—and the woman I miss so much--again, then it will be totally worth it for us both.
 
Keep your fingers crossed. And tell me, am I the only adult with “fun” needs? Has anyone else dealt with this kind of “crisis of the missing fun” before?

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