Wow, it’s been a hectic last few weeks. Isn’t summertime supposed to be relaxing?!
My sister got married, which was INCREDIBLE and I did her shower/bachelorette locally three weeks ago and then headed up a week later, super north, to Eureka for the vows. There just something so delicious about young love! Some days it feels like only yesterday that I was in her shoes… 27, fun as hell, traveling the world, being spontaneous (like what even is that word anymore?!), with soooo many less grey hairs and wrinkles and self-doubt and daily struggles. 10+ years have passed and yes, I’m still kind of that person, but I’m also not. Do you ever feel that way? It’s gotta be a mom struggle because so much of our lives are spent taking care of other people (who usually don’t appreciate us and don’t think we’re the coolest for enforcing teeth brushing or any kind of hygiene, for that matter.)
My friend lent me What Alice Forgot, a book about a woman who loses her memories from the last 10 years. GF, doesn’t even remember her kids. I devoured this during the whole wedding fun weeks, and it really struck a cord.
And then, just this week someone close to me lost their lovely mother to a long struggle with cancer. They knew the time was near and the immediate family was there to say good-bye and sing her into her next adventure. My own mother-in-law has been battling breast cancer for almost 2 years now… and it’s all just a bit scary, right?
In the midst of all this, (my non-stop mind swirl) was Cyndi Lauper. I had gotten tickets to see Rod Stewart for my mom’s 60th birthday way back in January, not realizing we’d be knee deep in my sister’s wedding prep at the time of the concert. We were SO exhausted from her bachelorette, that honestly, I didn’t expect much. But once Cyndi opened the show, it was inspiring. She’s inspiring and it was just what my little heart needed.
She was so f-ing incredible. I teared up listening to Time After Time. We love and we lose, we grow and change and reminisce and it’s beautiful and painful. And yet, do we really have any other choice? That one song brought out the little girl in me, the carefree 20 year old and me of today. Who will the me of tomorrow be?
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. In fact, she’s kinda my new hero. Cyndi is Cyndi, whether you like her or not. I’ve decided that I want to be like her VERY MUCH. I want to live boldly and unapologetically, in COLOR! With an arm full of bangles, or a console full of treasures, baubles galore, with sets that don’t match and a sorrynotsorry attitude.
Cyndi is an inspiration as a person, as a performer, as a woman and icon. I’M OBSESSED with her style!! In a world of vanilla, she is rainbow sherbet.
Color is finally coming back and I hope with it, comes fun and whimsy and uniqueness and maybe just a little nostalgia.
I thought these were some rooms she might have fun in.
Dare to be bold.