Discovery #1: The river smelled like dead bodies. I mean, considering where we live, I guess it's possible.
Discovery #2: A condom wrapper. Next to a picnic table. By the road. Really people?
Discovery #3: A mangled squirrel corpse next to the flowers 3yo was picking. Its eyes were missing and I stepped on its tail a hundred yards back.
However, the reasons I go to the park far outweigh the reasons I don't, despite my lack of hoo-rah-si-ness (yeah, it's a word now.so deal with it).
Reason #1: I go for my darling daughter. Nuff said.
Anyway, this week, the music reminded me of the days I use to play and how similar querying and performing are. Your soul, exposed. Your heart, open. People can accept or reject it. It's tough, I know since I woke up to ANOTHER rejection. *sighs*
And then another revelation: Watching life pass you by, in the park or on the computer, is even harder. Time flies. Now, my baby's growing up faster than I'm ready. It feels the same when letting go of a query. Sometimes all you can do is nurture it, love it and let it go.
Now onto the feel-ups.
Random Fact: If you knew me in high school (chances are you didn't. Lucky you.), you wouldn't have seen the confident (I'm a faker), hilarious (mildly laughable), headless Candyland you know today. In the halls of MHS, between Yearbook where I did nothing right and Mass Communications where I did nothing at all, a smaller, (in both size and weight. By about twenty pounds. Yikes. That sounds like a lot. Because it is. I need to go on a diet. Anyway...) louder version of me pranced around dreaming of superstardom and big city lights. If you'd have known me in high school, you'd have seen a slight resemblance to a certain Catholic school girl.
Random Fact: The hubs and I have a code word we use to use in uncomfortable situations. An animal. I can't say it, or you'll know when we use it. We also call each other Schmoopie and have a secret handshake. Sick yet?
And the award for being super awesome, given to me by the lovely Stina Lindenblatt, goes to: