Sometimes you just have to go for it. I mean what the hell is life worth living if you look back with much regret for not having cut loose now and then.
Cutting loose might just be standing up when the music strikes you and dancing or singing along. It could mean something extreme like jumping out of a perfectly good airplane or bungie jumping. And a gazillion things in between.
Every once in a while, the urge would/will strike me when in the car or motorcycle. Seeing a clear straight ahead of me and my right foot or wrist might twitch.
Maybe grabbing a beach towel, shades, and flip-flops and pointing the Miata at the beach for the day on the spur of the moment.
I haven’t cut loose in a while, not that I’m worried about it. I’m happy and I guess not as adventurous as I was in my pre senior years.
If I look back though, I’ve cut loose a lot of times already. Some that still bring a broad smile to my face and others I just shake my head at and thankful I survived. And I’ve got enough friends with memories of my shenanigans that remind me of craziness that make me glad I didn’t grow up with all the recording devices available now.
But summer is upon us and those urges are entering my mind.
