By now you know my weakness: Michael Jackson's "Beat It." I'm at the school picnic, and the DJ plays the song. It's like I'm on autopilot; I'm gathering children to my side and announcing to the whole crowd that I know the choreography.
Who is this crazy woman?
It's me. I'm sorry. It's just me. I can't help it. I'm too old and too tired to be self-conscious anymore.
Besides, later that evening, a random father finds me and gives me a high-five. "I wish I would have joined you out there," he says. "I love that song." Maybe at next year's picnic, he won't be wishing because he'll actually be doing it.
Living with flair means actually doing it. You will make a fool of yourself, and that's just how it is.
Journal: What silly thing will you actually do today?