This morning I came across a picture of me with my dad, on our last vacation to Los Angeles.
Not only did it spark memories of a great family trip, but it took me back forty years to another time when my dad wore a similar hat.
And it was magical.
When he turned the hat sideways, he would talk in a funny voice and act super goofy (an early version of Dad-o-saurus?).
When he turned the hat back to the front, he would be normal again.
My brother and I would giggle hysterically when he did this, and we would beg him to do it whenever he wore the hat.
Being goofy has always been a part of him.
It's been a part of me too.
I spent a considerable amount of time suppressing it, trying to fit in and be proper.
Not any more.
I'm confident to know the gifts I possess and how to share them with others.
Being my true self and authentic is one of my core values.
The goofiness is simply a bonus.