My trip to outer space aka my inner self.

Star date: Sunday am, outside in the fresh air.

In my resolve to take a grownup timeout from the intensity of the world (🤪) and self help books that all seem to be saying the same thing (🥱), I came across this nugget of a fun trip down memory lane.

When MTV first aired, we invited friends over to witness “the 24 hour concert”. Michael Jackson’s Thriller was like witnessing a Broadway musical and the making of blockbuster movie. Having cable was a "luxury" according to the book. I never looked at cable that way. Cable for me was my generations social media. Escapism at it's finest and a way to zone out when a colicky baby finally went to sleep. 🍿

I was 20 years old; married and had my first child. I was ready to listen to genres that I knew nothing about and to dance around the room singing, “Like a Virgin” as if I was one. Driving to work one day with the radio blasting, I heard my 4-year old babbling in her car seat, "with your heartbeat next to mine, next to mine-e-i-e-i-e-ine..." and, just like that, Madonna was exiled! 🤦🏼‍♀️

Yep, it’s time to start living light and this is a great way to begin. Stories from the execs that pitched this “never going to happen” tv station to the musicians whose careers skyrocketed as a result of breaking down their lyrics through video so we could interpret what the song meant to us, not them. 💡

I had lunch with a friend the other day and we were talking about our websites. She asked if I still used mine (to blog). My response was “No. My empathic soul seems to lay my heart out in the writings. I’m not sure I want people to know intimate things about me and my life.” That’s what writing is; a look into someone’s personality, soul, memories etc. I wrote what I needed to write about at the time. It meant something to me and was very cathartic. 🤹🏻‍♀️

Over analyzing (nice word for obsessing) about what I’ve said, done in the past hasn’t served me one bit. There is not one time where I have said, “I am so glad I obsessed over ... or completely wasted my time on..." The truth is, I’m not (neither are you) going to get that wasted time back. It’s gone, poof! ✌🏼

Moving forward, I’m embracing my empathic soul as well as my quirky look on life and going to write about it when I am moved (so dramatic 🙄) to do so. 🤸🏻‍♂️

I’ve haven’t gone anywhere, I’ve just changed the way I view myself - the good, the not so good and the great. 🤗

PS: I ❤️ Emojis. They speak to me and for me. 😂