ritual for january 05: play
When we get over-serious and try to figure everything out, we lose our spontaneity and creativity. Fun is a good thing, so allow your playful inner child to come out. Go to a playground and swing on a swing, ride a bike, get some Legos and build a castle, take out the finger paints and let it rip, or put on some upbeat music and move. (original article)
Ah yes, play. I take myself too seriously like 63% of the time. Okay, 73% of the time. As I get back into 'real life' after my holiday travels, I'm completely overwhelmed with everything I need to do, organize, follow-up on, listen to, file, pay for, finish, start, gah. So logically, my afternoon called for a dance party.
I scrolled quickly through my iTunes and found 10 totally-random, semi-embarrassing, definitely-playful songs and let it rip. No curating. No second guessing. No overthinking it. Play.
Alone. Upstairs in my condo. Braless and make-up free. Dancing quite well, if I do say so myself. Singing loudly and poorly, I'll admit.
- George Michael, "Faith"
- Jessie J, "Masterpiece"
- Hall & Oats, "You Make My Dreams"
- Boyz II Men, "Motown Philly"
- Boston, "More Than A Feeling"
- Emile Sande + The Brian Ferry Orchestra, "Crazy In Love"
- David Bowie, "Golden Years"
- Electric Light Orchestra, "Mr. Blue Sky"
- James, "Laid"
- Mark Ronson, "Uptown Funk"
I lied. Eleven songs. I had to end the party with Barbara singing "Don't Rain On My Parade" from the Funny Girl soundtrack. I may have had it on repeat, for like, lots of times. Okay fine, I'm still listening to it as I type this. I mean, seriously: "I gotta fly once. I gotta try once. Only can die once. Oooo life is juicy and you see, I'm gonna have my bite, sir. I'm gonna live and live now...get what I want. I know how!" Goodness, I love her so much.
Lesson learned for 2015: You simply gotta march, your heart's a drummer. Thanks, Babs.
Love + cheesy dance parties,
P.S. What playful songs help you cut lose? I got an iTunes gift card for Christmas and I'm in the market for new musak.