I usually jump at the opportunity, such as when penning a Consider This reflection, to pop off about the current object of my ruminations; any chance is a good one to spout my signature loosely-connected, probably-hard-to-follow, what-exactly-are-you-saying-here-Xán type thoughts; a tendency (nay, a skill) I consider to be the crown jewel of What I Learned At Yale™. (Just take a look back at that sentence.) This is what’s expected of me, after all.
Today however, as uplifted and prolix and even effusive as I might feel with the ever-improving spring weather (which I simply refuse to shut up about; S.A.D. is real y’all!), I’d rather just… not. ☺
Instead, I leave you with another’s words to consider, necessarily in the form of song lyrics. Curated still according to recent thoughtloops, but better said than I could muster today.
“Nobody can tell ya
There’s only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
‘Cause it hangs them up
To see someone like you
But you gotta make your own kind of music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of music
Even if nobody else sings along”
—from “Make Your Own Kind of Music” by Mama Cass Elliot