I’m not supposed to do that…

Famous last words from any five year old, usually uttered right before they do the very thing they’re not supposed to do.

I’m not supposed to spit.

I’m not supposed to eat snacks before dinner

I’m not supposed to run backwards down the block with my eyes closed while my babysitter’s inside on her phone.


Grownups have plenty of not supposed to items also. Some are whimsical.

I’m not supposed to eat two helpings of chocolate cake.

I’m not supposed to wear t-shirts to the grocery store.

Others – especially the older we get – are, well, annoying.

I’m not supposed to eat red meat.

I’m not supposed to gain any more weight.

Yeah, I want one, but I’m not supposed to drink beer these days.

Is anyone else sick to death of not supposed to? Sick.To.Death. Just for once why don’t we focus on the supposed to list.

Things we’re all supposed to do in this life:

  • Sing a little. In the shower, in a group, in a karaoke bar. It doesn’t matter if you’re “good,” just sing.
  • Dance a little. Even when you feel sad. Even if you have two left feet. Even if people fell down laughing when they saw you dance at your prom…just dance. You’ll be glad you did.
  • Accept kindness.
  • Offer grace.
  • Eat dessert first once in a while. Or every time. Whichever floats your boat.
  • Help somebody for absolutely no reason at all. Little stuff or big stuff or any stuff in between. It’s all good.

Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday drives our weekend fun. This week’s prompt is “sup. Use it as a word or find a word that contains it.”