Whimsy

I like whimsy. When I allow my whimsy to take over, I do things within my comfort zone that are silly but not dangerous. Like singing to my children with a towel on my head. Why the towel is on my head, I don't know precisely, but a wet towel from drying dishes is often cool and cools my head and looks silly, like a bad wig. Then I may sing whatever comes to mind in whatever style sparks me at the moment. Being whimsical is not a time to be bothered by what others think of you. I'm doing what I feel like doing and it gives me a certain freedom that I hunger for. Whimsy allows me to write run on sentences without worrying about how that will affect the readability of my composition -- a really stupid idea if you want to get published by a real publisher so I probably won't do that when I write a book or try to get an article published if I ever do. Hah! You've been whimsied.