TURN DOWN FOR WHAT

This morning I woke up to a friend texting me Happy Birthday, but also alerting me that one of our archnemesis was posting on facebook again about our hometown's summer festival. In a burst of sheer joy and curiosity I threw open my laptop to see what this nutbar said. Then I saw messages and remembered it was my birthday and felt as giddy as a little kid.

As I was getting ready for work and fielding sweet messages and texts, I heard a bird singing. I was so shocked and excited I actually put down my make up brush to close my eyes and listen. It has been so cold and bitter that the sound of a bird felt like a heat lamp.

Listening to the bird reminded me that I had been dreaming it was a warm spring day right before waking. I was wearing an orange sun dress and I was stopping at a store to pick up beer and snacks for CC and Kathy. It was a happy, relaxed dream and so bright and the grass was all so green. It made me so hopeful and anxious for warm days and good times ahead.

I opened my eyes and kept listening to the bird, who despite the cold, just continued singing the entire time I was painting my face. I thought of what a sweet surprise that is. No reason to sing, very cold outside, I'm sure there's not much food around, but still a song to belt out.

As I left for work, I couldn't believe the sun was already rising. I looked at my phone to make sure I wasn't late. I realized it's just that time of winter, when mother nature starts to give you glimmers of hope that spring is really coming. It totally felt like that little bird was singing just for me. And the sun showed her face a little earlier just for me. Maybe it's because I have enough grateful, thankful, happy energy to turn the earth a little faster toward warmth. Maybe it's because I'm a super-delusional egomaniac. I don't know! But, either way you're all welcome!

I just bopped to work with that little bird's song in my head and the sun rising in front of me and thought about how rad it is that we're all alive and sharing this time; I really thought 37 would feel so much older or just very different than it does. 37 feels great. It feels sexy and wise and honest. I always thought I would be having to act a certain way to be "ok" at 37, but really, all I feel about 37, and what I imagine that adorable little bird was singing this morning is....... TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?!
TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?! Lil Jon