Go ahead and judge me. I’m used to it.
I love to party. That feeling of relaxing while letting anxiety and inhibitions go as the buzz kicks in is like spinach to Popeye…or maybe like water to a gremlin if it gets too late in the night.
To help people feel happy, excited and have the time of their lives is an unbelievable high. To be a part of finding that childlike innocence and excitement as they distractedly let go of their insecurities while I do crazy things like running around naked and being completely goofy. Helping others find that confidence and to feel comfortable enough in their own skin is amazing. Even more, to be reminded that it’s OK to have fun, to be OK with sexuality and to see how much beauty is in all of it. No matter where I’ve been in the world, I have experienced similar reactions.
Doesn’t hurt that I love any excuse to celebrate.
Proud of the balance I’ve been able to add to the partying side of life in order to give it the depth and importance it deserves, I’ve come to realize that I usually prefer to do the other things alone. While most are aware of these other things, many only see me when I’m partying and so still default to thinking it’s all I do. In reality, I’ve always been active in a combo of work and/or school that has equaled 50+ hours a week, volunteering, traveling, enjoying the arts, local events and have been actively writing at the same time.
There’s no escaping hardships and heartbreak in life. I often choose to take the harder path in order to go after passion and dreams. if I have to deal with the lows, you damn well better believe that I’m going to grab the highs that come with.
So cheers! Now who’s ready to hit a fabulous champagne brunch?
