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Yesterday I watched the very entertaining Think Like a Man, and let me just say that the trailer just touches the surface of the amount of jokes I endured. It was so funny that I missed some jokes because I will still laughing- like, when is that ever a problem? I can't remember the last time I clapped during the movie, mmhhmmed out loud and blushed with the rest of the audience, it was so live! (Mind you this was at The Queensway, not even Rainbow Woodbine cinema.) Now what I loved about this movie, aside from KEVIN HEART!!!, was the moments of letting go. Most of us are so stuck in our ways that it suffocates the potential of new experiences and joy awaiting us.

You know, I thought I was pretty confident and spontaneous in my willingness to be silly and care free. But it turns out I'm a bit of a prune. I've been having a few 'outside my comfort zone' experiences in multiple endeavours and at times I can be as receptive as a WBLK signal. Word.


It's funny, in the moment of choosing whether to let go I'm having an inner voice battle of "just do it, punk!" while simultaneously fighting with the probability of embarrassment or awkwardness. This has just got to repaired somehow- since I certainly love to pressure people to make a fool of themselves for fun but it seems that I'm not that far off from pulling back myself.

                            This guy is a great mix of dorky and foine, bet you can't help to love his broke behind

It's the over analyzing foolishness that gets me every time- how can I be free when I have set so many expectations for myself that leave no room for unplanned invitations. An example? Well, I signed up to record a song- my expectations were that there would be a beat ready and that I would have fun freestyling. I brought song lyrics with me but no concept of the sound. It turns out that I had to make the rhythm myself, with my voice. Excuse me? I don't have a particularly good grasp on song construction and now I was learning about layering, bass, percussion, ad-libs. It was overwhelming and I just wanted to sing, cha. So I froze at the thought of not knowing what I was doing, even though the sample that we made ended up pretty bangin'.

Moral of the story: just let go, you'll feel more like a flop show for going only halfway than if you trusted yourself to take a leap of faith. What's the worst that could happen- or better yet, what will you gain from missing out?