I had the extraordinary experience this week of working as a writer, a singer, and an arts advocate. Even more extraordinary was that I was fully capable in all three arenas- I wasn’t full of shit on any three accounts, and that is a wonderful feeling. So often when I talk, about politics, about music, about relationships- anything meaningful to me- I always have this haunting feeling that I actually don’t know nearly enough to talk about anything at all. I have the passion and the conviction but not nearly enough information… and yet still I spout, and although sometimes I simply cannot keep quiet, the whole time I understand that I’ll never really know enough and it becomes a humbling situation very quickly. Maybe it’s because I get very tired listening to people who believe they are the foremost authority on any subject, or people who dismiss or make broad statements based on very little facts, and I just can’t bear to be one of those people. But most times when I open my mouth, I know that I could have done more research.<\/p>\n
Not this week.<\/p>\n
This week I wrote an article that cracked me up, I sang at an event where there were a few moments when I utterly kicked ass, and I opened the eyes of several possible investors who didn’t really know the state of the arts in our valley. And not once was I full of shit. Not once was I speaking out of turn, or with bad information; not once was I underprepared, or plain old dumb. I felt like I was actually *me*, and those moments are so rare.<\/p>\n
Also, I stayed at a resort all weekend, and after our second show last night, I drew a hot bath, drank a glass of champagne, lasted as long as I could in the deep, heated water, and then climbed naked into the kind of king-sized bed I used to dream of when I was young- it was like the cloud that Zeus pulls over himself in Fantasia when he’s ready to rest, vast and fluffy, white and clean and enveloping. It was bliss.<\/p>\n
I’m thankful for this past week and weekend. I’m thankful for my gifts, which when I use them, are rich and giving and make me feel the only contentment I know. I’m thankful for Cole Porter and Irving Berlin. I’m thankful that I am a musician, that I am a singer, and that I’m not a terrible person. I’m thankful that I’ve been reminded that I’m a singer, and I’m thankful that my voice is still here and as strong as ever. I’m thankful for the life that beckons.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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