Let It Go

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Have you seen the Disney animated movie “Frozen” yet? If not, you so should – it’s really great fun, and I’m pretty sure you’ll love it. ♥ The music is FANTASTIC – in particular the song ‘Let It Go’…loooove!! It’s a great song, perfect for car ride sing alongs, but there is something else about this ditty that has really struck a cord with me. The Wee One and I sing it all the time, and I frequently become afflicted with leaky-eye disorder (LED) while crooning….the words just touch my heart. Give ‘er a read:

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know

Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door

I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway

It’s time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me
I’m free

Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You’ll never see me cry

Here I stand
And here I’ll stay
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway

Let it go, let it go
When I’ll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone

Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway

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Great, eh? 🙂 I love this song so much, it’s ridiculous – probably because I want to be like the girl in the movie. Not the ice princess part (although that’d be SO cool, pun intended) – the whole ‘her not giving a shit’ thing is what I’m excited about. There are so many things that I hold back, so many times that I don’t say what’s on my mind because I can’t – either because of my job, or my family, or the world just ain’t ready for the buckets of real that could come spewing out of me…it’s mind-boggling. I want to be like the princess in the movie and just let it rip. I want to say what I think, do what I want, and be exactly who I want to be – social conventions be damned. The great up and coming country singer Kacey Musgraves (who I saw a few years ago when she opened for Willie Nelson – she’s so awesome) has a great song that kind of echoes this sentiment of mine:

If you save yourself for marriage
You’re a bore
If you don’t save yourself for marriage
You’re a horrible person
If you won’t have a drink
Then you’re a prude
But they’ll call you a drunk
As soon as you down the first one

If you can’t lose the weight
Then you’re just fat
But if you lose too much
Then you’re on crack
You’re damned if you do
And you’re damned if you don’t
So you might as well just do
Whatever you want
So

Make lots of noise
Kiss lots of boys
Or kiss lots of girls
If that’s something you’re into
When the straight and narrow
Gets a little too straight
Roll up a joint, or don’t
Just follow your arrow
Wherever it points, yeah
Follow your arrow
Wherever it points

Awesome, eh? 🙂 She’s right – we are all damned if we do, and damned if we don’t, so…why not just do what we want? Why not just be whoever the hell we fancy being? I know it’s hard, but…life is hard. Shouldn’t we do what we can to make it pleasant? 🙂

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I’ve recently been discussing the title of my memoirs – why the hell I’m so pretentious and think anyone would want to read my memoirs is beyond me, but.. anyway. I’ve come up with the perfect title – let me tell you the story about it first. I have a girlfriend from home up north who is fabulous, fantastic, and truly colorful – she’s pretty awesome. She is also a gal who has suffered from the odd gastrointestinal issue over the years – no judgment, of course…we’ve all had upset tummies. The difference is that most of us would not spill the deets on an overconfident fart at gunpoint, while my sweet friend lacks the shame necessary to hold such things back. One day, she and I were sitting at my brother’s house in the homeland, and as we innocently sat at the kitchen table, she proceeded to tell my brother and sister-in-law about a time she sharted at work and had to surreptitiously penguin walk herself to the potty. My brother and sister-in-law alternated between laughing so hard they cried and incredulous stares as they blushed on her behalf – their reactions really were hilarious. I laughed, too…but this wasn’t my friend’s first trip to that particular rodeo, so…I was mildly prepared. As my family looked at her in shock and laughed, she puffed herself up like a peacock and loudly declared: “What??! Everybody shits their pants!!” with so bloody much indignation and swagger that I wanted to applaud. It was just the funniest damn thing I had ever seen – and yes, friends…my memoirs shall be called “Everybody Shits Their Pants”. That book will be overflowing with all of the things that I want to say, whether they are polite or not. Why hold back? She’s right, dammit…Everybody does shit their pants. So what?

Don’t worry – I will definitely sign a copy for you. 🙂

Xxx

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