What would M.S. do?

You know, I have been bitching and moaning and whining for quite a while now. Life occasionally sucks. People break up, people lose jobs, arms, toes, etc. People get married, divorced and widowed. Life changes. Its a natural progression of this crazy thing we call our existance. Without change, I would still be in Oscoda, Michigan. Probably fatter than a two ton bus and working at the local grocery store. Who knows/ Change happened, changes happen, changes are going to keep on happening. Without change, I would have never taken a chance and worked for Grand Hotel. Without change, I would have never have ended up in the great state of Texas. Without change, I wouldn't have gotten inspired and started writing this amazing blog. Yes, dear Internet- I know that you wait every day to read what amazing snippet of thought I decide to push out towards the cosmos.
How did I get to this new fangled sense of thinking, when only two hours ago I was whining and crying on my patio? Which by the way, looks damn good, thanks to some stress induced weeding and grooming. But I digress. I sat down and played some Journey. Some good ole fashioned "Don't Stop Believing"- Steve Perry reminded me that I was that damn small town girl- and she didn't stop believing, so who the hell am I to give up before its even over. Secondly, I thought of the woman I look up to. Yep, M.S. Talk about getting SCREWED. She busted her ass for DECADES working, planning, organizing, making things just so, just right, only to have someone smack her ass, call her Sally and throw her in jail. Did she languish? Hell no. Did she pout? Probably, but did she shrivel up and die? Hell no. She is back and better than ever. She is moving forward despite a WICKEDLY horrible setback. She didn't let anyone hold her back. She reorganized, and moved forward. Internet, I know that I don't compare at all to MS. But hell, I can take a lesson can't I? I can pick myself up, dust myself off, re-pot a plant and make some spaghetti sauce. I can do what I am good at. I can use the talents that I have and try to figure out what I can do next.

Who knows, maybe someone at MS will hire me- doubtful, but a girl can hope can't she?

So thats my deep thought for the evening my dear Internet. As Steve Perry says it best .....

Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill,
everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice,
just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

(chorus)

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlight people..........