Busted!

Today I called to check in with a friend from seminary. We caught up on the news of our lives--conference things, ambitions, trials and the like. At one point in the conversation he asked, "What are you doing for fun?" Hmmm....I think my minute of silence was pretty indicative. Uh-oh. Fun, eh? Some more silence. Dang. Who realized I was so dull?? I told him that I do a lot of things on my own, and I am content flying solo. Really, I am. I walk, paint, read, cook, whatever I want really. But the "fun" things, those I normally associate with things done with company. Hmmm....not much of that in these parts. His challenge to me now is: Do something fun. It's times like these I miss my days abroad where fun was so easily achieved---nights out dancing, tea time, fiestas, weekend beach trips, trapsing around the country (whichever country I happened to be in at the time). The times where we had all been launched from our comfort zone, making us instant friends with no obligations other than a few hours of class each day. Ahhh....the free life!