The music never really dies

Hail, Merry Christmas! I don’t know about you, but I’m not really sorry that’s over.  I managed to disappoint every single person I buy for, except for my sisters and Tuggy.   An excellent way to wrap up the Year of the Fire Rooster, which was fairly eventful at Casa Gypsy.   Go me, woohoo.  Next year, I’m buying gift cards.   For me, this year came in with a bang and out with a bump, but believe it or not, I’m having a record year that is bringing a a lot of change to my life… some good, some bad and some are just downright scary.

Last time I checked in here, I was generally opposing the institution of marriage for pretty much everybody.  Not weddings… weddings are fantastic. There are sparkly things, amazing cake structures, happy tears and dancing.   It’s the next sixty years that scare the hell out of me. I kind of want to talk about the guy who won’t bake wedding cakes for gay couples, because apparently you must fill out a social history to partake of his buttercream.   Since Mercury is no longer in retrograde… I’m deciding against too much detail but know this:  I will not feel sorry for that guy should his business fail.  I’m also going to continue to advise you to think very, very hard before you have a need to deal with jerks wielding icing bags.

For the onset of the Year of the Dog,  I am skipping resolutions (again,) with the proviso that the best revenge is living well.  In 2018, I will open my second site of daycare.   This is the thing I am doing afraid…. It’s the next logical step in my career, I am more than qualified, and I will succeed if it kills me.  Good luck usually looks a lot like hard work, which I can handle.  Days like today, I think about the guidance counselor who told me to marry a nice man and I think about the me who told a good friend that she had awfully high standards for such a short girl.  These days, she is someone I try to emulate and also happens to send me Gnomeland security statues, because she’s just that fantastic.     I also think of who I was and how far I have come…. Funny how experience changes your perspective.

As ever, I can only tell you what not to do.  Today’s thing not to do is undervaluing yourself.  We do it every day, we minimize our general fabulousness and downplay that things that make us so very amazing.  No one else writes your story, nobody decides whether or not you find happiness and fulfillment.  Just you.  Tonight, I’m talking to myself as much as anything else.  Some days are better than others…. I don’t even have a soundtrack; can you even believe that?  Maybe today’s the day the music died for me… Nope, there it is… Oh, no not I… I will survive.

One thought on “The music never really dies”

  1. You, my dear, are amazing. You have the courage and determination to realize your dreams. A lot of that is your father coming out in you. He told you when you were 3 yrs. old that you could and would do anything you wanted. He saw your greatness, while I saw my sweet baby girl. You inherited the best of him and the best of me. Thankfully you did not inherit the worst of either of us. Keep paving your own way daughter, You are doing well

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