You know what I’d like to see more of?
Dancing. With or without costumes.
For cryin’ out loud, I’m not talking about something that costs money – or even requires talent! I’m talking about me. And maybe you.
And that guy over there.
People, why are we waiting for Saturday night? Why aren’t we gathering in the parks, at the homes of our friends, celebrating the ability to, well, celebrate?
I’m not suggesting we stop working or paying our bills. I’m suggesting that our work day ends when we leave work.
I’ve noticed lately that the more creativity I can cram into my life, the better I feel. Think about it: The more you sing/dance/rhyme/sculpt with food/make up stores about your scars, the more you push the edges of how it’s always been done and how it can be done.
We are hindered only by our lack of imagination.
Taxes, laundry, appointments of various duration and expense, all of these things would be more bearable to me if we could just meet in the park some afternoon with a couple of overturned five-gallon buckets and some drum sticks.
What do you think?
Just for an hour or two! We could pound out some rhythms, spin ourselves into thoughtless oblivion, laugh, fall down, get back up.
Then, we settle down to a picnic, introductions all around!
I’ll bring a hot dish. How are you with Tater Tots?
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