Whimsy.

I've lately been obsessed with the word whimsy.

Well, no...not just the word. The idea of it. The expression of it. The art of it.

The life of it.

I wish my life had more whimsy in it.
Whimsy is playful. It's fun. It's sometimes odd and even daring. Daring...and not caring. It's going against the grain, skipping along with a smile on your face and therefore--maybe even unintentionally--inviting others to come with you.

And they will probably want to, deep down. But most people will play it safe and default to their original plans. Whimsy isn't always practical.

Yes, plans are good. Goals are even better. We need them both to drive us forward.

But don't forget, this life is short. Life is also meant to be a little whimsical.

Whimsy is spontaneity. Whimsy is being free. Whimsy is colorful. Whimsy is creative. Whimsy is inviting others to "enjoy" with us.

Whimsy is artsy. But you don't have to be a painter, graphic designer, or fashionista to be artfully whimsy. Art has infinite mediums. Art can be humor. It can be sports. It can be personality. It can be love.

I've been reading Love Does by Bob Goff, and I think he mentions whimsy in every chapter.

"I get the invitation every morning when I wake up to actually live a life of complete engagement, a life of whimsy, a life where love does. It doesn't come in an envelope. It's ushered in by a sunrise, the sound of a bird, or the smell of coffee drifting lazily from the kitchen. It's the invitation to actually live, to fully participate in this life for one more day." --Love Does.

So this is my new challenge to myself: Get out of "autopilot" mode and into a little bit of whimsy.

And I dare YOU to come along :)

P.s. Guess who is coming to visit me soon :)