Another Year Older & A Trip Around the Sun

I made it another year.  Go me!

I’m two years into my forties. I’m training a woman at work that is old enough to be considered a woman and also old enough to be my daughter. It. Is. So. Weird.  I am technically old enough to be someone’s grandmother without other people doing the math in their head.  I nearly gave a “Thank you” card to someone who claimed that they thought I was still in my twenties.  They were probably kissing my ass, but what a nice thing to say!

The title of this post comes from one of my favorite Jimmy Buffet songs, in collaboration with Martina McBride  “Trip Around the Sun”. The song is a birthday themed ballad where two people contemplate another year gone by as they remember their failed resolutions while wondering if they made the right choices in their lives.  They finally realize that the world will keep on spinning no matter what they do.  They decide to discard the yearly resolutions except for one final one “That I’ll never make another one. Just enjoy this ride on my trip around the sun.”

This is where I finally am. I let it all go.  I have finally come to the conclusion that nothing is in control and that I am doing everything right even when I feel like I’m not. There are things that are just out of my hands.

Do things bother me? Sure. The difference now is that I have learned to let go of a lot of the people, emotions and problems that were stifling me.  There is no reason to mull over or rehash anything that I can’t do anything about or is in the past.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I celebrated the day by traveling to Chicago. I attended a presentation, at the House of Blues, for the podcast of Making A Murderer.  It was a conversation involving Laura Nirider and Steven Drizen about their involvement in the Netflix Documentary while representing Brendan Dassey. The pair are Dassey’s post conviction defense attorneys.  This was a neat experience and I will write about it in a future blog entry.  If you aren’t familiar with Nirider and Drizen, you can read an article about them by clicking here.

We then went to a Chicago Wolves hockey game at the Allstate Arena.  The Wolves played the San Antonio Rampage. The Wolves lost but it was a great game! i enjoyed seats next to the bench and the most entertaining fans ( they couldn’t have been older than 4 years old ) in front of me. It was a great time.

Afterwards, we went home and I was surprised with a birthday cake and knowledge that I was seeing my favorite rock band, Tesla,  in concert at the House Of Blues in February.  I am really looking forward to that!

It was a great birthday full of fun, surprises and happiness.  It has been a few days since my birthday but I am still thinking about how fast time flies and it’s hard to believe that I am this old. I can’t help but contradict myself about life and if I’m making the right decisions or if I’ve spent my time wisely.

I know in all reality, there’s nothing to do but enjoy this ride on my trip around the sun..

Until it’s done..

 

 

Farewell Sweet Prince- The Death of Prince Rogers Nelson

I grew up the baby of three children to a single mother who never stayed home. I was a shy child who preferred to play alone because sometimes other people were too hard. I often felt  judged by other children and adults. I didn’t feel accepted. I was different and it wasn’t okay. Needless to say, I was very lonely.

I did however have access to records, tapes and eventually CD’s and MTV. Specific artists and musicians became my best friends and family . Music is the invisible, yet tangible, shoulder you can cry on.  I claim it as tangible because you can feel the vibrations in your body. Yet it isn’t a “thing” you can still feel it.  It stays with you. It makes you happy, it makes you sad, it has the power to make you think. It can even make you brave.

Music helps you get through life (an electric word life). The ups and downs. The passing of time. Your  break ups, divorce, heartbreaks. The happy times too. It pushes you out of bed. It gives you the will to keep trying.  Music can inspire so many things and make you feel so much emotion.

When you grow up with favorite artists and you keep them with you, they become like a family member. I don’t know exactly how to label my personal feelings for Prince. He was just a non descriptive family member. My rock.  A role model, teacher, a shoulder to cry on. Prince helped me when no one else had the time.

Prince had the power to make me feel okay to just be human. A woman. A woman who shouldn’t be ashamed or even afraid of her body or her sexuality. A confident being who was free to be just that. Confident. He made sure I knew that there was nothing wrong with me, and that anyone who had an issue with me, just had issues.  Anytime I felt like someone had something negative to say to me or about me, I could almost here Prince telling me “Girl, there ain’t shit wrong with you.”

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Cool means being able to hang with yourself All you have to ask yourself is ‘Is there anybody I’m afraid of? Is there anybody who if I walked into a room and saw, I’d get nervous?’ If not, then you’re cool.” Prince

I have a list of memorable quotes from Prince etched into my brain. Thoughtful and witty things that he said over the years that I could apply to my own life anytime I needed to.  A lot of them, as I stated above, were related to self esteem issues and life itself. Prince was no stranger to criticism.

Prince,  without a doubt, was a creative genius and even to say that just sounds so bland and incorrect. I have had trouble coming up with better words to describe this man. The truth is that there are no words in the English language to properly describe who Prince is or was to so many of us.

I know that God was pleased with him and He has welcomed Prince home. It was evident with the brightly covered rainbow that poured over Prince’s home and studio in Paisley Park. I don’t think that it was a coincidence that it was raining that day.

As I was driving home from work that night, it was still raining. When I turned on the radio, the station was playing Purple Rain. It was towards the end of the song. The end of the song is as amazing as the song itself. It was a surreal moment.

I cried for him. Purple Rain is definitely one of my favorites, but it’s clearly not the only song he wrote. If anyone only clung to his popular releases, they’ve missed out. Prince had an impressive catalog of songs for every moment.

Just to name a few:  Controversy, Diamonds and Pearls, The Most Beautiful Girl In the World, 1999, Pussy Control, I Would Die 4 U,When Doves Cry, Gett Off, 7, Let’s Go Crazy, Pop Life, Little Red Corvette,Raspberry Beret, Thieves In the Temple, Darling Nikki.

Prince wrote songs for other artists. A lot of people don’t know that he wrote the song “Manic Monday” that was made popular by The Bangles. He also wrote “Nothing Compares 2 U” for Sinead O’Connor.

Prince made me blush on more than one occasion and I loved it. He was so exciting.  I still remember as a young person figuring out the lyrics meant, from the song, “Little Red Corvette”, when he sang “She had a pocket full of horses, Trojan, and some of them used,”

His poetry was genius ( again not the right word to describe it) and every single thing he said and wrote made perfect sense and it flowed.

Prince is no doubt , the best guitarist that we’ve known in modern times. Just ask Eric Clapton. He will tell you.  It’s also not well known that Prince played a dozen instruments, a lot of them were self taught. He also played a major role in all of his production.

He was truly original.

I can’t express how disappointed I am that he had to go so soon. I don’t have the write words to say it.  Prince was such a beautiful, talented, generous and sweet man. The world has truly lost someone special. I am grateful for the music,  the videos, his personality, the persona, the style. Everything.

Thank you, Prince Rogers Nelson for helping me get through this thing called life.

The city of South Bend, Indiana paid tribute to Prince as well. In the gallery below are a few photo’s that I took around the city. The first three were found on an electric scrolling marquee.  The fourth photo is of our East Race River Walk on the St. Joseph River.  It’s so obvious that Prince touched the lives of millions. I am grateful that others are so free to express that, without care of popular opinion. That’s how Prince would have wanted it.