So I listened to some COOL music in high school.
Stuff that lots of kids in my suburban neighborhood of Montreal didn't listen to at the time.
British Techno stuff, like I said COOL (at least I thought it was then...).
So how is it that when I was asked by Maegan on Day 5 of Creativity Boot Camp to listen to
music from a time in my life that still had me living and feeling like anything was possible,
the first song that came into my head was this CHEESY number :
I listened to Lou Gramm sing it out(what is with his hair ?!) again for the first time in a really long time.
The lyrics are kind of good, you know,
over coming heartache and pain and turning to love instead...
And maybe it was my "pity party" PMS mood yesterday (still lingering today a little),
but the cheese won me over yesterday.
It did make me think about how as a teenager girl, I definitely did so want to be love.
And hey, as a forty-four year old woman, I have come a long way...
Here's my art journal page - Lady asks "Girl, whatcha want to be when you grow up ?"
(our random word prompt was "grow" for Day 5)
Girl answers "Lady, I wanna be ME when I grow up."
"You will."says Lady.
Then she asks "Girl, what do you want to know when you grow up?"
Girl replies "Lady, I wanna know what love is."
Lady's last words " You will."
This is actually a photo from my high school graduation in 1983.
And this was a photo of me about a month ago.
It was kind of cool to talk to that youthful Self and see if the dreams she held for herself came true.
Many of them have, and in many ways, I am still that girl who had her cousin alter a vintage ball gown to wear to grad when everyone else was dressing in poofy taffeta, short skirted dresses with big shoulder pads and big hair.
I am confident in my own creativity now in ways that took their roots way back then.
I guess I am doing that girl proud most of the time.
I am still being me.
And baby, I sure as heck know what Love is.
Happy Friday, Lovely Ones !
Let's hope for sweet weather tomorrow as David and I do a seacoast day to fill the old rock bucket.
Big Love !