It seems like yesterday I was 23. What was I doing at 23? Hmmm let me think...ah yes...I was on the road with a band out of Fort Worth, Texas called Camp and Co. and Pat Benetar songs were my friends. We crammed an ungodly amount of humanity into a Ford Suburban, hooked a trailer to the back of it with our equipment and proceeded to set the world of Holiday Inn disco lounges on fire with our talent. The term "disco inferno" was no doubt coined for us. Yes, the blonde in front is moi. There are no words I can give you that can make up an excuse big enough for the outfits we wore.
It's amazing what you can do at 23 that you could even begin to think of living through at 53. Yes, there I said it....FIFTY THREE! Thursday I will be 53! OK, so it doesn't really feel like it was just yesterday that I was 23. It feels every bit like it was 30 years ago. But, when I look back at the girl who lived behind a microphone by night and whispered by day because the smoke-filled clubs had eaten her voice, I am grateful to be the woman I am now instead of the girl I was then. My days are filled with art, dogs, friends, family and art again. There are no words that I can write in sentence-form that will express the gratitude I feel for the life I have now.
Words. I feel a little improv coming over me. Words. I wanna write some words. Without giving it any thought...I'm going to just pour out the first 53 words that come to mind. Wouldn't a therapist have a field day with this! Here's my list just because I'm feelin' free at 53!
Ready? Set! Go! (And no, those are not the first three words)...
Those are some of my favorite words.
53 is my new favorite number.