are we having fun yet?

The world’s climate keeps changing. Polar ice caps are dissolving, weather is unstable, the political atmosphere has become completely unreasonable, and social pressures to fit in are never-ending. Amidst the chaos, I wonder where the joie de vivre went?

zebra princess

the physical world we live in…

When did the human condition become so darn serious that we forgot to have fun? Understandably there is nothing amusing about the world’s disorder. Maybe part of the reason things are in such dire straights is we took our eyes off the ball.

Who have we as a people transformed into we can’t/don’t see past the ends of our noses? Focus on self-centeredness and limited empathy are two common attributes that come to mind. We are not the only inhabitants on the planet. We need to learn to play better and share with others, to make our natural resources last.

stop taking yourself so seriously

Are you entertained? When was the last time you sat down and read a good book (by good, I don’t mean dribble such as 50 Shades of Gray). Or is reading anything other than books that will make you money not worth your time?

When you hear a good song on the radio, what is your immediate reaction? I often turn it up loud and sing at the top of my lungs. Whether I know all the words to the song, is irrelevant. I don’t worry if you or anyone else hears me, as it doesn’t change who I am inside.

My lovely singing becomes ear-splitting when a song like Raise Your Glass, by P!nk is played. Now there is a woman who embraces all of her faults and celebrates them fully. Perfection is not her goal (mine either). She is loud, obnoxious and real!

letting out the wild animal residing just beneath the skin

Now for the personal story you have all been waiting for! For the most-part, I am a well behaved professional woman. Most consider me to be responsible. While at work, I received a message from my friend Cate, asking me to participate in a Burning Man fashion show.

Long story short, since I am a totally adventurous extravert, I signed on and modeled in a feather trimmed zebra body suit. Similar to when dressed in my mermaid gear, I was an empowered graceful temptress in the costume. Without a care in the world, I strutted the onto the stage swinging my hips until I tripped and fell flat on my face in the middle of the stage.

humiliated?

Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by my entrance into the modeling world. It was not my intention to channel my inner wild animal/supermodel only to end up clumsily splayed on the floor.

zebra princess takes the stage.

Did I take myself too seriously when I tripped in front of the world? Hell no! I scooted onto all fours and pretended to charge the stage as a wild zebra might. Did anyone realize I was a total klutz? Duh!  However, when I returned to an upright position, posing with my hand on my hip, everyone cheered.

In true P!nk form, I raised my glass because I was wrong in all the right ways. Nothing had changed in that I was still the alluring zebra princess. My mojo remained intact.

Perhaps it is because I fully accept my zany exhibitionist side that I am able to focus when need be on serious tasks. Burn out happens when you don’t let the inner wild animal loose from time to time.

If you ask me if I am having fun yet, the answer will be a resounding YES! Share your stories about what you do to keep yourself from becoming too serious. Like me, are you into costumes or do you have another outlet?

the zebra princess inside

5 thoughts on “are we having fun yet?

  1. Shauna says:

    Miriam.. Omg I love the message here and I am sorry to say I cracked up laughing.. I could so see that happening.. and you just strutting your stuff and regathering your mojo.. You have so much fun in life.. I love it

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    1. miriamgomberg says:

      Shauna, don’t be sorry that you cracked up. It was really funny when I fell. It reminds me of a time when I was 19, living in a sorority house on campus and was coming down the stairs to meet a blind date I had for a Spring dance. I slipped on a step, tumbled down to the bottom of the stairs, smiled and said, “hi, I’m your date. Nice to meet you.”

      As soon as everyone realized I wasn’t hurt, the room shook from all of the laughter. No harm, no foul. Thanks so much for commenting 😀 Miriam

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