In my 20s I was very invested in being a Very Serious Person thinking Very Serious Thoughts about Very Serious things. Now…not so much. I think it was having my daughter that really shut the door on that era for me. (I’m thinking specifically of the time when she was 3 and dressed up as a chicken for Halloween and I went with her–dressed as an egg.) What I’ve learned in the process is that being OK with making a total ass of yourself may not be what Serious People do, but it can be a doorway to real joy. Who knew?