Rebel, free spirit, wild child, trouble maker.  Those were some of the titles I earned in my youth.  I worked hard for those titles.  Pretty sure my parents had some other, less flattering, titles for me back in those days, but we won’t go there.  Time goes on, responsibilities pile up, and the world asks you to be more mature, more settled, more conforming.  Then one day you wake up and wonder where that free spirited little trouble make ran off to, only to realize that she’s been there all along – you’d just shushed her one too many times.  Well, no more shushing my dear sweet trouble makers out there!  Go stir up some fun, dance naked under the full moon, love with abandon, say “nay” to the naysayers, be your own Pollyanna, follow your heart and your inner compass, smile until your face hurts, and make just a little bit of trouble.