When you’ve lost the ability to enjoy the things you once enjoyed…

Don’t forget to have fun.

There are things in life that we do because they’re fun. For me, it’s songwriting. I started songwriting as a pleasure – a recreation – a creative outlet. But now there’s a bit of pressure attached – expectations – goals – publisher stuff – co-writing – whatever. These things sometimes make it more of a “have to” and not a “get to.”  So how do we maintain the element of Play? The element of Fun?

I’m intentionally returning to writing songs for PLAY. It’s the only way I can maintain that sense of fun… Writing songs that are silly or experimental or just – pointless. (These are usually the really interesting ones, btw – ala Hector). Anyway, this maintains a sense of play. Fun. AND it motivates me to take that excitement – that passion – and bring it back to the “have tos” again.

Suddenly, even the scheduled writing times and emails and lyric tweaks become fun again.
What are you doing that has lost it’s fun? Can you find ways to Play again? Return to that original joy. Return to what made you want to do it all day.
And enjoy it – again.

The All-Star Super-Fantastic Global Dance Party

I’m in a good mood. And by “good mood” I mean VERY good mood. (details about how big a deal this is)

And I want to celebrate my good mood. And what better way to do that than by hosting a dance party.

Right here.

Right now.

By “right here” I mean wherever you can find the time, space, and recording equipment to shake your groove thing by Monday October 4th.

And by “right now” I mean on Friday, October 8th, because I want to make sure all of you attend.

Here’s how this is going to go down.

YOUR job:

  1. get 2 sheets of paper: write your location on the 1st, your name/twitter/site or whatever on the 2nd.
  2. dance along to that 30 second clip of music, following my instructions: “show us where you’re from, show us who you are, jump jump jump, hands in the air, freestyle, wave goodbye”
  3. record your dance on a webcam or iSight or digital camera.
  4. email it to danceparty[at]mandythompson.com, using yousendit.com or box.net or whatever you want to use (file may be too big to email directly).
  5. DEADLINE = MONDAY OCTOBER 4th. MKAY??

MY job:

  1. compose some sort of dance party mix for the music video
  2. mix all your dances into a music video
  3. host the dance party video here on FRIDAY OCTOBER 8th

So, grab your camera and get your groove on by MONDAY!

Who’s gonna come to my dance party? And who’s gonna BRING FRIENDS?!

I’ve wanted to do this for a long time…

…and ten years later, I did:

There’s this “little” flea market on the side of the road in Florida. And I’ve driven by this big chair more times than I can remember. And every time I’ve thought I wanna climb up in that chair and take a picture. But, I’ve always chickened out, thinking people driving down the road might think I’m crazy.

But, I’m past that. Past that. If I sat around all day wondering what other people would think, I’d never have an original thought. I wouldn’t be an original. Dreaming dreams has made me less concerned about others’ opinions.

I’m not you. And, you’re not me. And, I’m not going to waste time asking forgiveness for taking ten years to get here. I’m just going to be here. Fully here. Fully me.

I’m gonna be the best me I can be, and I’m going to hope that you do the same.

What would you do with a day?

The alarm clock screams you out of a conversation with your best friend about Bill Gates and how if he didn’t have to go to College to become this successful, then why did you? Especially since you’re not using your degree in your current job and Bill gets a yacht but you can’t even afford a RC boat for your kid. And then, in half wakefulness, you wonder just how much your dreams reflect your subconscious, because … well … you don’t have a kid who wants a boat.

You slam the clock into silence while it blinks 8:00am. Blinking back at it: “Why 8am? You’re late for work!” The panic hits before you remember that you’ve been given the day off.

But… There’s an alarm, but there’s no work to wake up to. This is prime sleep-in territory right here, and your sinister alter-ego must’ve anticipated the torture you’d experience in this very moment. There’s no other explanation for that alarm. Your head returns to its warm and welcoming indentation in the pillow.

You close your eyes and Bill Gates is standing in front of you, explaining that there’s just no room in his entourage for a person with a Physical Education degree. Your counterpoint rests on the fact that 85% of today’s college grads do not use their degrees in their career fields. He rolls his bazillion-dollar eyes. You can feel the vessels in your neck expand and tighten with your blood pressure. And your heart is pounding in your ears – except it’s a loud buzzing pounding that sounds a lot like….

THAT STUPID ALARM CLOCK AGAIN.

This time you’re full of frustration. That’s it. You throw back the covers and try clear your mind and it comes to you.

You’re staring at a blank-slate of a day. Nothing to do but enjoy the fact that you have nothing to do. And sleeping ’til 8am is late enough. You planned to get out and do something with the day.

So, this is what you do: [finish the story in a comment]