La freak!
La freak!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Let’s go!!!
Veering toward the end of this year of insanity, here’s one last let-loose post before the year-end recap (which I’ve mercifully-shortened to two posts instead of the usual three or four -because we don’t need to prolong the agony). This is a fitting song for silliness, for a year in which I gave up the ghost of perfectionism, embracing our imperfect selves in an imperfect world. That meant being ok with looking ridiculous, a welcome change of pace which originally felt uncomfortable, but soon grew on me like a comfy pair of sweatpants in the middle of a grocery store.
I’M LAID BACK, I’M FEELING THIS
TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT, I JUST WANNA LET IT GO
HIT THE PLAYBACK, I KNOW YOU FEELING THIS
COME ON BABY, LET’S GET RIDICULOUS!
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON
BABY LET’S GET RIDICULOUS
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON
BABY LET’S GET RIDICULOUS
I WAS BORN TO ROCK THE PARTY
I WAS BORN TO ROCK YA BODY
I’M FRESH, I’M SLICK, I’M LA-DI-DA-DI
I’M LAID BACK, I’M FEELING THIS
TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT, I JUST WANNA LET IT GO
HIT THE PLAYBACK, I KNOW YOU FEELING THIS
COME ON BABY, LET’S GET RIDICULOUS!
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON
BABY LET’S GET RIDICULOUS
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON, COME ON
BABY LET’S GET RIDICULOUS
For the better part of my life, even as a very young child, I’ve always been a rather serious person – perhaps too much so for my own good. Looking back, a great deal of things could have gone differently had I only learned to relax and let go and not been so hell-bent on being so right and so perfect. That’s not an easy thing to change, but this year I had to do it. There wasn’t a choice.
That ended up being the best thing that could have happened in the tumult that was 2020.
CRAZY, LOUD, GET WILD IN THE CROWD
LET’S GET CRAZY, LOUD, GET WILD IN THE CROWD
LET’S GET CRAZY, LOUD, GET WILD IN THE CROWD
PARTY PEOPLE
LET’S GET RIDICULOUS!
It was quite an adjustment, and a complete reversal of a mindset that took almost four and half decades to, well, perfect. That’s the thing, however – it wasn’t perfect. Even when things worked out according to itinerary and plan, even when the day or night was ordained before and after as something wonderful, it was never perfect. Because perfection is not for us to attain. Embracing that, and realizing my mistakes and shortcomings, became an adventure of its own. It was guided by therapy and meditation, grounded in honesty and difficult discussions, and in one of those magnificent strokes of the universe, it led to a lighter and somehow fuller way of living.
Admitting that I would never be perfect was the necessary first step in stumbling toward a happier existence. There was a certain freedom that came with that, and with apologizing for those times I was still figuring out and feeling my way through. Such fumbling and flailing is best done with a strong backing beat, some ass-flashing, a bit of bodacious twerking, and a blog post that can be both silly and serious – something for the booty and the mind – at the same time.
LET’S GET RIDICULOUS!
ALL THE TIME I’LL BE SEEING YOU AT SCHOOL
AND YOU SO FINE, I JUST HAD TO PLAY IT COOL
YOU BLOW MY MIND ALL THE CRAZY THINGS YOU DO
I SEE THAT YOU WANNA ACT A FOOL
SO BABY LET’S GET RIDICULOUS!
