Those of you elsewhere, I hope you had a lovely Monday!
I know it seems cliché, but I’m devastated by the passing of the exquisite David Bowie.
I’ve been a fan since I was eight years old.
He’s been an inspiration, role model, and friend. (I didn’t know him personally, wish I did, but I feel like I did. He’s always been there. I needed Space Oddity, Under Pressure, Labyrinth, and others more than once.)
I used to say if Bowie stopped me on the street and proposed marriage, I’d say yes without question. Now that I’ve married my husband, I’d settle for Bowie and me being super fun BFF’s.
And, one time, this friend of mine mentioned how upset he was when Brad Delp from the band Boston died. He really took it hard. I said, that would probably be my reaction when Bowie finally goes. He told me it would never happen. “Please,” he said, “Bowie is immortal.” And, I think a part of me really believed that. I mean really. While I know that his music, and presence, will live on forever, it still seems unnatural that he’s gone.
I’ll miss him.
And I will never, ever, forget him.
He’s right, though!
I am so grateful my life ended up where it did. As a child I never intended to write. I thought I’d end up a ballet dancer, or a singer. Well, my career as a dancer came to a screeching halt at 18 when I injured myself. I still sing, but not often enough. Being creative, I turned to writing.
Getting stories out of my head gave me purpose. I become so attached to my characters, I feel guilty when I don’t write enough. They need their stories told, and I’m the only one who can do it!
The point is… I intended to be a principal ballet dancer, or a broadway star.
I’m neither of those things.
What I am is a writer who has the love an outstanding man, a loving family, little baby animals (they’re not babies, they’re actually quite grown) who love me unconditionally, and a three year old niece watching my every move. If that’s not motivation to do my best, I don’t know what is.
I’ve got love coming from every direction. How could I want for anything?
Okay, I’m starting to sound like a hippie.
To rough up this post a little, I’ll add that I am not able to make a living with my writing.
(ahem, you can buy my first book, Kevin, buy clicking the link on my sidebar that says “buy my book here”)
Thanks for reading.
You heard of the “Mondays”, yes?
Walking in to work you hear, “Hey Jenkins, you look like you’ve got a bad case of the Mondays.”
That sluggish, angsty, pathetic feeling accompanying the first day of the work week. Bleh.
Well, I’ve got it. The problem, mind you, is that today is TUESDAY. Not fair! My case of the Mondays lapsed over. My pain is not data in an AT&T plan. It’s not supposed to carry over if I don’t use it all up.
I spent last week in sunny, beautiful, perfect California. The boyfriend and I took a trip down to SoCal for some much MUCH needed recharging. It was wonderful and lovely and relaxing. Unfortunately, however, we’re back home. Which means: back to work. My “day job” is great, but I’m not falling back into the flow of my life. My body and soul are rejecting the current state of “real life”. Not cool.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be like a normal hump day so I can get on with my life. I’m also thinking that eating the rest of the red velvet cake in my fridge will help put me on the right track. Cake fixes things. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, kids.