Shake it up!

Remember when you were little and everything kind of felt like an adventure? At least that was how I looked at things. 

All activities to me felt like they had the potential for something exciting to happen. Maybe I would see something neat, like a dog. Maybe we would run into someone we knew and the day would take a turn for the fun. I think we should bring this back. 

There is a song that I delighted in as a child, and I know that my kids did as well. Sing along if you know it:

"I am slowly going crazy. 1,2,3,4,5,6 switch. Crazy going slowly am I. 6,5,4,3,2,1 switch."

Since the novelty of the pandemic has worn off I feel like I am living that song every day. I finally know how Bill Murray felt in Groundhog Day.  Sure, some small things are different but every day is the same. So that is why I think we need to shake ourselves up. Time to find the excitement in the every day again. It is time to put some effort in and choose to be happy. If not happy, then at least not miserable.

How are we going to do this? Well team, here we go. The next time you are at a grocery store, buy something new. Like a dragonfruit. Give it a shot. Make up little stories for the people you see stopped at a red light. Donate to charity. Maybe instead of money go to their website and see what else they need. Have a kitchen dance party with the cheesy music you loved when you were younger. Give yourself permission to do something silly. 

We are in this together. I am willing to be the one who takes weird chances and suggests new things. Are you willing to try them with me? We can take turns being Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. But not the tragic parts. Or I could be the Willy Wonka to your Charlie Bucket. I will try very hard to not lose any of you in the chocolate lake.



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