FREE TO BE INSANE

When was the last time you ran?

I don’t mean a jog around the block with a Fitbit counting your steps; I mean ran.

Childish, arm-swinging, heart-pounding, nauseating running. The kind that makes your feet hurt and your lungs burn with relief; the kind that makes you wonder what ever made you so boring, so strict.

Forget the fancy language. Forget not sounding like an idiot. Forget the red flags.

Throw your shoes into a pond; roll your fresh hair around in the dirt; make a face at the birds and scream at them until they fly away; laugh out loud like a maniac.

Don’t pretend to go mental; be mental; allow yourself to be mental. Do a cartwheel! Laugh at yourself and wave to people who push their children away from you and closer to their sides.

Jump into the lake of uncertainty because if one thing is for certain, it’s that you will certainly be free.