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On a whim I decided to go to New York for the weekend
It is entirely possible from London
If one has a flexible schedule and a willing credit card
So I booked the trip
And flew to New York on the Friday afternoon
And I stayed at my friend's house in Queens
And looked after his cat
I saw a Broadway show
It was even better than the cast recording
It made me laugh and cry and filled me with joy
Then I went to the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts
And melted at all the resources they have available for free
I met up with beautiful friends who inspire me
I met five young sailors in Times Square
And the wonderful, delicious musical stereotype of it all thrilled me
New York, New York, it's a...
On Sunday afternoon I went to a recital at Steinway Hall
And watched Walter Hautzig, at age 90, play delicious pieces by Mozart, and Schubert, and Chopin
The walking stick hiding his nimble fingers and lightness of touch
As he played I thought about how musicians from centuries and countries far away can be brought to life right here, right now, through patient learning, through dedication
He talked about learning Chopin's
Ballade in G minor at age 16
And how when he was ready to perform it at his school in Vienna
The soldiers marched in and the world fell apart
And Mr Hautzig decided that they could never take away his music
And they didn't
And he ended up working with my great-grandfather in Baltimore
One from Shanghai via Spain via the Philippines
One from
Vienna via Jerusalem via New York
And I ended up working with his granddaughter
An Australian in Connecticut
Completely separately, amazing coincidence of strange happenstance
Or are we drawn to the same people in each life time?
Going to the airport, it was chilly
The rain kissed a gentle goodbye
There was even a rainbow
I boarded the plane
And suddenly I was back on the Tube wondering if I had dreamt the entire thing
It is entirely possible from London
If one has a flexible schedule and a willing credit card
So I booked the trip
And flew to New York on the Friday afternoon
And I stayed at my friend's house in Queens
And looked after his cat
I saw a Broadway show
It was even better than the cast recording
It made me laugh and cry and filled me with joy
Then I went to the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts
And melted at all the resources they have available for free
I met up with beautiful friends who inspire me
I met five young sailors in Times Square
And the wonderful, delicious musical stereotype of it all thrilled me
New York, New York, it's a...
On Sunday afternoon I went to a recital at Steinway Hall
And watched Walter Hautzig, at age 90, play delicious pieces by Mozart, and Schubert, and Chopin
The walking stick hiding his nimble fingers and lightness of touch
As he played I thought about how musicians from centuries and countries far away can be brought to life right here, right now, through patient learning, through dedication
He talked about learning Chopin's
Ballade in G minor at age 16
And how when he was ready to perform it at his school in Vienna
The soldiers marched in and the world fell apart
And Mr Hautzig decided that they could never take away his music
And they didn't
And he ended up working with my great-grandfather in Baltimore
One from Shanghai via Spain via the Philippines
One from
Vienna via Jerusalem via New York
And I ended up working with his granddaughter
An Australian in Connecticut
Completely separately, amazing coincidence of strange happenstance
Or are we drawn to the same people in each life time?
Going to the airport, it was chilly
The rain kissed a gentle goodbye
There was even a rainbow
I boarded the plane
And suddenly I was back on the Tube wondering if I had dreamt the entire thing
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Maria Has Confidence
There once was a little girl in Sydney
And she used to dance around the living room
And it never occurred to her that she wanted to do anything else but be an actress
But other things got in the way
Like school and boys and
Other People’s Expectations About What Is A Good and Proper Life
And so the girl went on her way
And skipped through life
And soon found she was very sad
Because she wasn’t doing what her heart told her she needed to be doing
And one day she said, “Ohmygod, enough!”
And she packed her bags and hopped on a plane
And found herself on the other side of the planet
And traveling in peak hour and crammed into the tube
With all the three piece suits and briefcases
And people commuting to offices
And the girl thought,
“These poor unfortunate souls!”
How many of them get to do what she does everyday?
Run around a room and play games and sing songs
And dance
And Live The Dream
Dear People!
It’s okay to live your dream!
Why hold onto those doubts all those worries?!
If I don’t I just know I’ll turn back
I must dream of the life I am seeking
I am seeking the courage I’ve lacked
The courage to live life without reliance
Face my mistakes without defiance
Show them I’m worthy,
And while I show them
I’ll show me!
Because it IS so exciting
To be out in the world to be free
My heart IS wildly rejoicing
There is nothing the matter with me!
I made a choice to be happy
To let go of the angst and the pain and the worry
And I made a choice to go out into the world
And do whatever it is I’m meant to be doing
And hey world, here I am.
A little girl from Sydney living in London
Spending her days learning all things musical
And it is wonderful.
The end.
And she used to dance around the living room
And it never occurred to her that she wanted to do anything else but be an actress
But other things got in the way
Like school and boys and
Other People’s Expectations About What Is A Good and Proper Life
And so the girl went on her way
And skipped through life
And soon found she was very sad
Because she wasn’t doing what her heart told her she needed to be doing
And one day she said, “Ohmygod, enough!”
And she packed her bags and hopped on a plane
And found herself on the other side of the planet
And traveling in peak hour and crammed into the tube
With all the three piece suits and briefcases
And people commuting to offices
And the girl thought,
“These poor unfortunate souls!”
How many of them get to do what she does everyday?
Run around a room and play games and sing songs
And dance
And Live The Dream
Dear People!
It’s okay to live your dream!
Why hold onto those doubts all those worries?!
If I don’t I just know I’ll turn back
I must dream of the life I am seeking
I am seeking the courage I’ve lacked
The courage to live life without reliance
Face my mistakes without defiance
Show them I’m worthy,
And while I show them
I’ll show me!
Because it IS so exciting
To be out in the world to be free
My heart IS wildly rejoicing
There is nothing the matter with me!
I made a choice to be happy
To let go of the angst and the pain and the worry
And I made a choice to go out into the world
And do whatever it is I’m meant to be doing
And hey world, here I am.
A little girl from Sydney living in London
Spending her days learning all things musical
And it is wonderful.
The end.
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image by Rosel D
Dear Uncle Mordechai. Could you ever have imagined, two-hundred and twenty odd years go, as you sat in the pub in London that your great-great-great (etc) niece would one day be here in this city of yours?! Because here I am. I’m in London! There’s no place like London! Demon barbers aside... The double-decker red buses, the Tube, the masses of people from every walk-of-life, colour, creed, background, and birth status. That building is from 1200 A.D and that one was built on Roman foundations. And yet, here I am, this child from Australia whose ancestor sailed from here over two centuries ago! And in the intervening time his son sailed from London too, and he had children and they had children and they had children and so on and so forth and in between there were whole World Wars and the Depression and stolen children and whole countries were formed (including Australia which was signed into being in London!) and other immigrants arrived (including my mother) and suddenly history has fast forwarded, has appeared at this moment and here I am this Australian child born of Spanish, Filipino, Dutch, and Polish ancestors standing in London! And like a game from the Age of Empires, my map slowly unfolds around me as I explore this unknown yet strangely familiar territory. All the names from the Monopoly Board, all those markers from collective consciousness suddenly here in my real perceived existence. It is strange. It is lovely. It is just here. And here I am ready to start drama school, ready to begin this Next Chapter. And I think of everything that has brought me to this moment. Two hundred and twenty odd years of history. Twenty-seven years of my own history and memories and recollections of the life that has brought me to be living in London. And then I smile and let it all go because it doesn’t matter. Because here I am. And here we go.
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This is me breathing
This is me standing in space
This is me embracing all twenty-seven years of me
This is me rejecting everything I know and starting again
But embracing everything I know and incorporating it into the starting again
Everything is important
Nothing is important
Everything matters
Nothing matters
In the words of Alanis
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m delirious
I’m stable
I’m happy
I’m emotional
I’m floating on the energy of you
This is me kissing your face
Your hands your lips your ribs your thigh
This is me holding you
This is me crawling into bed to be tangled in you
This is us lying in bed together
This is the sound of rain on leaves on trees on the world
This is us snuggled under the doona
This is us sharing who we have become today in this moment
There is no time no space
Only what we have constructed determined to be so
There is only this moment
How can we make promises beyond the moment when
this moment this breathing this now this second this “this” is all we have all we can be
The power of memory
The power of now
Eckhart speaks to us and we smile and quote movies
Heath and Julia and Joseph and Alison Janney
And it makes us smile
It makes us laugh
Makes our energy sparkle radiate pulsate on the same frequency
You said that
We were on the same frequency
And it made me tingle with delight
This is me falling in love with you
This is me feeling light and wonderful
This is me wanting to rush to rooftops
And tell everyone about you
This is me smiling
This is me writing
This is me not being able to find the words to express what I’m feeling
This is me laughing at myself for being like this
This is me being incredulous that it is at all possible
This is me giving thanks to the universe
To the powers that be
To spirit
To the unnamable thing
To you
To all the stuff of the last year and a half that has had to be lived
To experience
To life, to life, lachaim! To Tevye saying why is it so? I don’t know. Because. It is.
Because it must be so. Because the world is completely unknowable. And yet I know it. I can fathom it. Even if just a little bit. But that’s ok. It’s my little bit that I fathom.
And here I am fathoming and living and breathing and being frustrated and being delighted and being here on this earth. And my god, it has taken me so long to be okay with the fact that I’m even here! But HERE I AM AND I’M OKAY WITH THAT.
And then let go of that because that’s not important either.
Soothsaying for the ego.
All of it is great. All of it is nothing.
Love. Life. Joy. Bliss. Sadness. The world.
Here we are.
Here you are.
This is me.
This is us. This is the world. This is everything and nothing.
These are signifiers for the unnamable unquantifiable unimaginable energy of life of shifting of currents of time of space of the world of everything ever happening to be existence.
Once upon a time there was a big bang
And the world began
And the light was started
And a little while later you and I were lying on the grass (that had grown in the meantime)
And the lights from that beginning were shining down
The very glow of them
And in the moment I offered my thanks to the universe the spark the divine unnamable thing that is the energy of the world
I saw my first shooting star of the summer
And in a ring around the field where we were lying
Were dark clouds, even darker than the dark of the night
And they were flashing bright with lightning
Somehow that night
We were simultaneously star gazing and storm watching
And the air smelt sweet
And you tasted like peppermint
And there was a fizzle a spark of chemistry an exchange of energy a thrill of joy rush delight
And then we agreed to say goodbye
This is me breathing
This is me standing in space
This. Is.
The end.
This is me standing in space
This is me embracing all twenty-seven years of me
This is me rejecting everything I know and starting again
But embracing everything I know and incorporating it into the starting again
Everything is important
Nothing is important
Everything matters
Nothing matters
In the words of Alanis
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m delirious
I’m stable
I’m happy
I’m emotional
I’m floating on the energy of you
This is me kissing your face
Your hands your lips your ribs your thigh
This is me holding you
This is me crawling into bed to be tangled in you
This is us lying in bed together
This is the sound of rain on leaves on trees on the world
This is us snuggled under the doona
This is us sharing who we have become today in this moment
There is no time no space
Only what we have constructed determined to be so
There is only this moment
How can we make promises beyond the moment when
this moment this breathing this now this second this “this” is all we have all we can be
The power of memory
The power of now
Eckhart speaks to us and we smile and quote movies
Heath and Julia and Joseph and Alison Janney
And it makes us smile
It makes us laugh
Makes our energy sparkle radiate pulsate on the same frequency
You said that
We were on the same frequency
And it made me tingle with delight
This is me falling in love with you
This is me feeling light and wonderful
This is me wanting to rush to rooftops
And tell everyone about you
This is me smiling
This is me writing
This is me not being able to find the words to express what I’m feeling
This is me laughing at myself for being like this
This is me being incredulous that it is at all possible
This is me giving thanks to the universe
To the powers that be
To spirit
To the unnamable thing
To you
To all the stuff of the last year and a half that has had to be lived
To experience
To life, to life, lachaim! To Tevye saying why is it so? I don’t know. Because. It is.
Because it must be so. Because the world is completely unknowable. And yet I know it. I can fathom it. Even if just a little bit. But that’s ok. It’s my little bit that I fathom.
And here I am fathoming and living and breathing and being frustrated and being delighted and being here on this earth. And my god, it has taken me so long to be okay with the fact that I’m even here! But HERE I AM AND I’M OKAY WITH THAT.
And then let go of that because that’s not important either.
Soothsaying for the ego.
All of it is great. All of it is nothing.
Love. Life. Joy. Bliss. Sadness. The world.
Here we are.
Here you are.
This is me.
This is us. This is the world. This is everything and nothing.
These are signifiers for the unnamable unquantifiable unimaginable energy of life of shifting of currents of time of space of the world of everything ever happening to be existence.
Once upon a time there was a big bang
And the world began
And the light was started
And a little while later you and I were lying on the grass (that had grown in the meantime)
And the lights from that beginning were shining down
The very glow of them
And in the moment I offered my thanks to the universe the spark the divine unnamable thing that is the energy of the world
I saw my first shooting star of the summer
And in a ring around the field where we were lying
Were dark clouds, even darker than the dark of the night
And they were flashing bright with lightning
Somehow that night
We were simultaneously star gazing and storm watching
And the air smelt sweet
And you tasted like peppermint
And there was a fizzle a spark of chemistry an exchange of energy a thrill of joy rush delight
And then we agreed to say goodbye
This is me breathing
This is me standing in space
This. Is.
The end.
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Rain is absolutely falling from the sky. It’s been raining for three days straight. The constant patter of the rain on the roof on the trees on the pavement on all the towels and swimmers hanging on the line and on the umbrella above the porch. Everything is damp. Everything smells of wet. But I’m singin’ in the rain. I’m dancin’ in the rain. I’m laughing at those clouds up above. I am in Connecticut. I’m smack bang in the middle of a grand adventure. I’m Living The Dream of being a world traveler, of living overseas, of being a creative soul. It’s raining, it’s pouring, my heart is absolutely soaring. The grass is green. The trees are green. The pavement is shiny black. It’s okay to fall in love again. It’s wonderful. Of course, it is raining. Soon I’ll be in London, the land of stereotypical quintessential rain. I’ll be standing in the English rain! Nearly all significant events of my life happen in rain. The day I was born. The day I started school. The first time I visited drama school. The first time I traveled overseas. The day my ex-fiancé decided to end our relationship. The day I started uni the drought actually broke (for a bit). Dear London. Apologies in advance. It’s probably going to rain a lot between the end of August and early September. The end.
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Talking about issues of food security and food distribution and the wealth of people and economics and people living in the world and the way we eat and distribute our resources. I was in the “middle income group” and so my dinner was rice and beans and it was surprisingly delicious and the kids on the floor, the “low income group”, ate bowls of rice
and the people at the “high income” table ate three different kinds of pasta! Imagine the luxury, three different kinds of pasta in one meal!
I live in total luxury. I have everything I ever need in the world at my fingertips. I have the power of my mind at my disposal. I can choose to be happy with my lot. It is a surprise that the people who live in the most wealthy most product filled most resourceful countries have the highest rates of depression. They have everything and still the world holds no joy. I choose to hold joy. I choose to have gratitude for all that I have. All that I have access to. I want to make a difference. I want to make the world a beautiful place, a joyful place, leave it a little better than when I found it. This place I came into. This time, this place, this age of terrorism, of mass consumption, of food aplenty yet mass starvation, of highest technological
innovation, of new age hippie spiritual life. To love, to life, to joy. To be. To be here. Here I am. Hello.
and the people at the “high income” table ate three different kinds of pasta! Imagine the luxury, three different kinds of pasta in one meal!
I live in total luxury. I have everything I ever need in the world at my fingertips. I have the power of my mind at my disposal. I can choose to be happy with my lot. It is a surprise that the people who live in the most wealthy most product filled most resourceful countries have the highest rates of depression. They have everything and still the world holds no joy. I choose to hold joy. I choose to have gratitude for all that I have. All that I have access to. I want to make a difference. I want to make the world a beautiful place, a joyful place, leave it a little better than when I found it. This place I came into. This time, this place, this age of terrorism, of mass consumption, of food aplenty yet mass starvation, of highest technological
innovation, of new age hippie spiritual life. To love, to life, to joy. To be. To be here. Here I am. Hello.
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So imagine you have a friend
And she is an artist
And she knows a lot about sustainability
And she studied trash for her thesis
And she inspires you to know more
To learn more
To be better than you are
And she shares her books about recycling and up-cycling and waste reduction and breaking the waste cycle and the one about how it is possible to use human excrement as fertilizer without making people sick
And you see her in action
Teaching young people about sustainability
The table of beads made from rescued factory bits
Rubber tubing and buttons and bolts and nuts and screws
The left overs from other things
That in the current system would just be thrown away
The table with the “guess-who” games on food and energy and water
Did you know that Fiji water comes from a place where the local people have no access to clean drinking water?
The fact sheets and interactive tables
How quickly can you sort the recycling?
Do you know what can be recycled in your town and that it changes from region to region
And country to country?
And it blew you away
Her commitment and her enthusiasm and her passion
And you know she is one of life’s rare people
A sparkling gem of intellect and vigor and joy
And you want to know more, do more
Because you have met her
And shared a few days with her
And been inspired by her
And you know it is possible to live in a world where people care about the resources they are using
And be responsible for the life they are living
Because she showed you it was true
She shone light on that which was less than ideal
And she made you see things in a new way
And you are glad that such people in your life exist
To make you question
To make you see
To give you renewed enthusiasm for this life this path
Of creativity and sustainability and passion
Dear Rachel, thank you for your light and joy
And she is an artist
And she knows a lot about sustainability
And she studied trash for her thesis
And she inspires you to know more
To learn more
To be better than you are
And she shares her books about recycling and up-cycling and waste reduction and breaking the waste cycle and the one about how it is possible to use human excrement as fertilizer without making people sick
And you see her in action
Teaching young people about sustainability
The table of beads made from rescued factory bits
Rubber tubing and buttons and bolts and nuts and screws
The left overs from other things
That in the current system would just be thrown away
The table with the “guess-who” games on food and energy and water
Did you know that Fiji water comes from a place where the local people have no access to clean drinking water?
The fact sheets and interactive tables
How quickly can you sort the recycling?
Do you know what can be recycled in your town and that it changes from region to region
And country to country?
And it blew you away
Her commitment and her enthusiasm and her passion
And you know she is one of life’s rare people
A sparkling gem of intellect and vigor and joy
And you want to know more, do more
Because you have met her
And shared a few days with her
And been inspired by her
And you know it is possible to live in a world where people care about the resources they are using
And be responsible for the life they are living
Because she showed you it was true
She shone light on that which was less than ideal
And she made you see things in a new way
And you are glad that such people in your life exist
To make you question
To make you see
To give you renewed enthusiasm for this life this path
Of creativity and sustainability and passion
Dear Rachel, thank you for your light and joy
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It is hot. The sky is blue. I am standing with several hundred people. We are converged on the green in the center of New Milford. We are all decked out in various forms of exercise gear, mostly shorts and t-shirts and sneakers. We are at the starting line. A man’s voice announces “Ready... Set... Go!”. The New Milford Library clock begins to chime 9AM. We shuffle off, and by the end of Main St, we are running. The pace is quick. We leave the main town behind. The sound of feet on the pavement. The crowd thins out. All I can think of is how different it is to the City to Surf. I miss the crowds. There are stretches where I’m almost running on my own. It could just be another Saturday morning run. A few families sit on their lawns to watch the runners passing by. They wave, or just watch quietly, observing the motley crew of humanity running by their front doors. Children, and grown-ups. Serious runners and running clubs and people who just like to run, and, of course, the parents with prams. An older runner calls out to a group of spectators, “Am I winning?”. A woman calls back, “Top 500!”. Everybody laughs. I try to focus on my breathing. At the first mile we reach our first water station. It is a hot morning. It is difficult to pace myself in miles. I have only ever known kilometers. The scenery is stunning. We run through the leafy green back streets of New Milford. I think about how at home I feel here. But I am a foreigner. I have a different accent to all the people around me. When we run though, we sound the same. I have a revelation about what I want from life. I'm doing exactly that. And that feels good. I round a corner and see a group of people I know cheering the runners on. I feel both elated and strangely confronted. What do I look like when I run?! They give me a boost. Later when their cheering has worn off and the pain returns, a kind stranger and fellow runner jogs up next to me and says "You can do it! Finish strong!". It gives me the final boost. The last mile is mercifully all down hill. I can see the finish line ahead of me and I get that delicious rush of adrenalin that comes from long distance running. I’ve nearly done it! A man on a microphone calls out the names of the runners as they come through the finish line. He incorrectly pronounces my name, twice. It takes a little of the shine off the achievement of having just run 8 miles. But it’s not the finish that counts. It’s the inspiration from having done it. From
the possibility of being fit, of being in control of my body, of my mind. Of living a life where I can run races in different parts of the planet. I grab an orange quarter and another drink and head over to the green to meet my friends and cool down. It wasn’t my best event. It was harder than I expected. But I got a new sense of resolve out of it. And that is exhilarating. See you at the next one.
the possibility of being fit, of being in control of my body, of my mind. Of living a life where I can run races in different parts of the planet. I grab an orange quarter and another drink and head over to the green to meet my friends and cool down. It wasn’t my best event. It was harder than I expected. But I got a new sense of resolve out of it. And that is exhilarating. See you at the next one.
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Sometimes life is hard and downright scary
And sometimes we feel like shit
And the appropriate response seems to be to run away and hide and bemoan the travesties of the world
All the murder, rape, and pillage
We are killing the planet
We are killing each other
All this war
All this killing
All the emotionally unstable sad miserable people in the world
It is terrifying, it is big and huge and out of our control
But I choose to believe that I do have a choice
I choose to smile
I choose to breathe
I choose to see the light and the lovely
And if that makes you uncomfortable, that’s your issue
Because I happen to enjoy the light and lovely
In the midst of awful you can find the world is full of awe
You just have to look
And believe in what may not at first be evident
And believe that it can all be ok and can even be better
There is light and love and joy and bliss
And you can choose to see it
And you can choose to cultivate it
And you can choose to make a difference in your part of the world
To make the awesome and lovely and inspiring more evident
And perhaps then life won’t be so hard or downright scary
And less full of killing and war and emotionally unstable sad miserable people
Perhaps I’m a crazy left-wing idealist hippy
That’s ok.
I know which world I choose to live in.
And sometimes we feel like shit
And the appropriate response seems to be to run away and hide and bemoan the travesties of the world
All the murder, rape, and pillage
We are killing the planet
We are killing each other
All this war
All this killing
All the emotionally unstable sad miserable people in the world
It is terrifying, it is big and huge and out of our control
But I choose to believe that I do have a choice
I choose to smile
I choose to breathe
I choose to see the light and the lovely
And if that makes you uncomfortable, that’s your issue
Because I happen to enjoy the light and lovely
In the midst of awful you can find the world is full of awe
You just have to look
And believe in what may not at first be evident
And believe that it can all be ok and can even be better
There is light and love and joy and bliss
And you can choose to see it
And you can choose to cultivate it
And you can choose to make a difference in your part of the world
To make the awesome and lovely and inspiring more evident
And perhaps then life won’t be so hard or downright scary
And less full of killing and war and emotionally unstable sad miserable people
Perhaps I’m a crazy left-wing idealist hippy
That’s ok.
I know which world I choose to live in.
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You are in the middle of the forest. And one night three women appear. One holds drum sticks. One holds a guitar. One holds a bass. They form a band called Hunter Valentine. Three women on stage rocking out. It lifts your heart. It pulses in your soul. They are fantastic. You watch your campers dance around you. A group of campers are allowed on stage to dance. One of the youngest campers runs up to you and tells you that being at camp makes her less afraid of being on stage because she feels safe here. I tell her that she should do it all the time. She tells me the people at school will laugh at her. They probably will. Because people at school are horrible. They are afraid of people who follow their bliss and so we are conditioned to be afraid of ourselves. Dear Camper. People will always tease you. People will
always be afraid and jealous and ready to knock you down. But someday you will find the strength within yourself to say I CARE NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!! And you will laugh when the girl who bullied you in high school and pushed you into the lake for no reason other than she thought you were tragic “friends” you on Facebook. And people might say "oh, you are just a guidance counselor", but you will know that you make a difference and you love what you do and one day you too will be on stage rocking it out. And you will dance beneath the moon and find kindred spirits and be inspired by powerful women who fill their music with passion and energy and sing love songs about revenge. The end.
always be afraid and jealous and ready to knock you down. But someday you will find the strength within yourself to say I CARE NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!! And you will laugh when the girl who bullied you in high school and pushed you into the lake for no reason other than she thought you were tragic “friends” you on Facebook. And people might say "oh, you are just a guidance counselor", but you will know that you make a difference and you love what you do and one day you too will be on stage rocking it out. And you will dance beneath the moon and find kindred spirits and be inspired by powerful women who fill their music with passion and energy and sing love songs about revenge. The end.