I didn’t notice the fun leaving until silence became louder than laughter. Somewhere around 40, joy stopped visiting daily—it came only by appointment.
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It was gradual. I didn’t wake up one day and decide fun was over. But I did wake up one day and realize I hadn’t laughed—really laughed—in weeks. My responsibilities piled up, but my joy didn’t. I think many of us hit that wall quietly, carrying the weight without even knowing it. Fun didn’t stop—I just stopped making space for it.