I'm just going to start putting the same blog posts up every month from last year. It's cyclical. Why not. It's such a lie that everything is fresh and new. True things are true. Here this is what I put up last August and you know it is true and appropriate for me to stick up here today too:
You've lived a long time. Hopefully, you paid attention. Everything you learned in your twenties and thirties you have the ability, nay, the OBLIGATION to use. So use it. Don't mimic young girls. How will they know how to behave when they're our age, if WE act like THEM? You're amazing. You know a lot. You've been hurt, you've recovered. Embody all that you've learned. Wear a bra. Show some cleavage, get some real jewelry, don't fuss with your hair or talk about your weight. See you in baggage claim.
Who do I love? Roseanne Cash, that's who.
2007 note: you know it's funny, she also got totally irritated there that someone was chewing gum, that a grown woman at the baggage claim was smacking away, and I was so inspired I gave up chewing gum for my new year's resolution for 2007. That was so easy! I felt so together. Unfortunately I started smoking again, but I am working on that. . . .
2007 note part 2: I listened to her album from 2006 later in the fall last year for the first time while I was (back when I made some sort of half-assed attempt at exercise) walking around Prospect Park, and I just started weeping. Walking and weeping--the guys don't really hit on you so much when you are doing that which is a good trick to have in your back pocket I guess if you really want to get the cardio in without the usual hassle. I don't quite know what that was, I am not a big cryer, it was just something huge there, that loss beyond the personal loss of her dad, that loss that was really about losing a generation of men that the next generation could never even come close to. I thought a lot about my grandparents and all they went through and how much everything good in their lives meant to them, how the work for it and the value of it were so full.
Okay enough deep sad mysteries of life for tonight. I am going away on a real vacation tomorrow so I will see you next week. Blogging about heros apparently this week. I like that, something hopeful there. Have a happy August, Love, Elizabeth.
