Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Happy Holiday Time

Or so they say. 

This year the holidays have had a rough start for me. In October, not quite the holiday season, my shoulder went out! Turns out I had a slight contusion, that I have mild tendiosis (that’s tendinitis that doesn’t go away) and mild arthritis. The upshot is that it all happened at the same time on the same day and I was down for the count! SO painful. By the third day, I was almost in tears when CBD cream with THC came to my rescue. I’m better now. Although my left arm is starting to act up, I’m doing my Louise Hay affirmations starting now!

Was listening to the radio and heard my first Christmas song, I don’t even know what it was. It just had me crying like a baby. Missing my Mom and my Dad. Wishing this holiday would just go by.

I haven’t missed my Mom this much in a while.

November. I didn’t want to go to my son’s mother-in-law’s house. We’ve been eating Thanksgiving there every year for a while now. I wanted to cook my own Thanksgiving. I bought a turkey. Turns out that after much texting back and forth, my son decided they were not going to come to Vegas. Let me off the hook. His mother-in-law even went down there for Thanksgiving. So I got to cook my turkey and feed my son who lives here and his girlfriend.  KD got leftovers. And we all had leftovers days later.

Watching and listening to YouTube, Alicia Keys comes on and it’s her concert in New York City. She starts singing ‘New York’ and I start crying again. I miss the East Coast? Really?

This morning I was checking out Facebook, and I saw a video about a contest in a Lowe’s (or Home Depot) to ‘Sing-a-song and win a prize.’ I clicked on it. The guy singing looked a lot like my Dad, and he was singing ‘One in a Million You’ and it made me think of my Dad and it made me cry all over again.

I know I will get through this. It is, after all, the most wonderful time of the year…

https://youtu.be/1TC02VaB1Rw




Friday, July 5, 2019

Alive at 65

It is good to be alive. I have outlived my family. If they could see me, would they be proud? 

My Daddy was a jazz musician. I didn't follow in his footsteps. I am a dancer.

My Mother worked for the Federal Government for years. I was not so good at keeping a job for more than 2 1/2 years at a time. Now I substitute teach.

My big sister retired from the Police Force in her city and admonished me to 'put away a little something' every week. Even if it was just $5. I didn't. I haven't. 

My second sister passed unnoticed. She was sick for most of her life. It was inevitable.
And here I stand. 

I like to think that I have come into my own. Is there a problem if there is no one to see the progression? I am impressed.

I like to think that I have matured in my own way. Is there a problem if there is no one who remembers me then? I am proud of how far I have come. 

I like to believe that I have become a better, wiser, woke and conscious individual. So are the people who surround me. We are of like mind. They wouldn't notice. I notice all the time. I am connected. I am supported. The Universe has my back. 

I still love the arts. I love to dance. I love to act. I love to be onstage. I love to be backstage. I am a star in my own show.

I love to support. I am your cheerleader. I believe in you. I am Samela Sunshine. I bring the light!

I love to speak. I love to lead. I love to inspire. I am your motivation. Look who I am. Look what I'm doing. Has opportunity passed me by? No, I say.

I am an advocate for multicultural individuals 55 years and older. Society says we are old at 50, Senior Citizens at 55, Elderly at 65 and then, Invisible. Not true! My heart is still in it. My head is still in it. My body is willing to participate to the best of its ability and I am willing to fight the good fight. For our dignity, for our humanity and for our visibility.

It is good to be alive. I know my family can see me. I know they are proud.