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Day 163: do you sing naked outside?

12 Jun

It took me all day to get up the nerve to take a shower. 
You see, my only option while we are on the island (and the main house is rented) is the outdoor shower attached to the outside of the house.

Which normally is a blissful act that I love.
In fact, I love it more than the beach ~ the water is at least warm!

But this morning, as rain pelted the windows in front of my desk I couldn’t move myself to do that dirty deed … get naked, outside, in the rain and the COLD.

If there are two things I hate it is to be cold and dirty. 
Dirty and cold.  Doesn’t matter which way you order it, they make me just plain miserable.

The prospect of sitting in my own stench outweighed the act of taking off my clothes in the cold and windy rain.  Just the thought of it sent shivers all over my body.

So, there I sat, in front of my computer for hours, hugging my cup of tea waiting for the rain to stop.

It’s a terrible thing to sit around and wait.

Waiting for food to cook if you are starving, waiting for the light to turn green if you are late, waiting for the doctor to call if you are sick, and my favorite, waiting in line for your turn at the toilet when you can’t hold it one more moment.

So, I took Pup by the leash and we went for a walk in the rain.
The rain still didn’t stop.

So, I worked for hours in front of my computer, looking up now and then to confirm that, yes, it was indeed still pouring outside.

This game of ‘hide and go seek for the sun’ went on for hours.

Finally, I had enough.
I threw on my robe and flip flops, ran out the door and hopped into the shower.  And, I did hop.  I hopped on both feet trying to warm up my bones as I waited for the water to heat up.

And, that’s when I caught myself singing.
The irony.  Singing in the rain.

Well, it was more like singing in a rain shower.
I was outside, naked, and completely secluded in my own little world of the outdoor shower.

The water was warm.
The world around me was cold.
And I was singing.

Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh!”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Then, for a brief, tiny, second the sun peeked out from the sky.
And, it stopped raining.

As if the sky was just waiting for me.
Like it had been watching me all day long. Waiting for me to make the first move.

Sitting here tonight, it makes me wonder:
Who else am I sitting around waiting for?
Where am I waiting for something else to stop, to start, to continue?

Maybe the answer is just as easy as this:
Get naked and hop in with both feet first.

And, of course, it doesn’t hurt to sing a little tune.

Day 44: baby you’re a firework

13 Feb

Well, this is embarrassing.
Last night, in the middle of watching Russell Brand’s opening monologue on SNL, the energetic comedian mentioned he was married to Katy Perry.

“Really? Which singer is she?”
I asked Justin, further proving my age is closer to 40 than 20.

He replied, “You know, she sings the fireworks song.”

I accessed the filing cabinet in my head for pop songs on the radio and came up blank.  “Um …no. I don’t know that song”

He sang a few lines back to me in perfect pitch.
I started laughing. Hysterically, laughing. Almost falling off the couch laughing.

“OH! That song!”
I knew the song. I just didn’t know the lyrics.

Turns out, I had been belting out the song, while driving in my car, as: “Baby, you’re a part of me!” instead of “Baby, you’re a firework!”

Yeah, I know. It makes no sense.
Now, I know the real words to the song and it totally changed the meaning for me. Better song now, I must admit.

The hardest part was divulging the wrong words I had been singing all along. It took me a while to say out loud, because:
1) I was embarrassed.
2) I won’t live it down. (The next time Justin and I hop in the car, is sure to be the exact moment this song will play on the radio.)

It makes me think back to the IIN Conference I attended last weekend. Dr. John Douillard shared his recipe for success. One of the most important points he made was this:

Don’t Care.
“The biggest problem we have is being concerned about what others think.” he said.

He went on to share:
* there is no way you can make everyone happy
* it’s not about you – it’s your job to give your full self
* give a deeper, more vulnerable self to those around you
* how much of you are you willing to let out on this planet while you are here
* don’t second guess your power when you let it out

I can relate:
As I was driving down the street holding a solo concert in my car at the top of my lungs, singing the wrong lyrics to that song, I was in the moment. I was bouncing away to the beat. It was lovely, I was giving fully, possibly off key, but didn’t care.

The challenge, I suppose, is applying a “no care” philosophy to more than just singing outside of the shower and outside of the car. Living out loud in every way possible, even if the lyrics aren’t quite right, is the challenge. But one I know is worth taking.

As John Douillard says:

“Do it without thinking — and without caring.”

And, as Katy Perry sings (for real):

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colors burst

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