December 10, 2016
Today, I am struggling with the concept of aging gracefully in a young industry. We don’t expect to be rock stars at this point (though selling a song to one might be nice), but staying up late, and recognizing all the new lines in my face, the extra pounds that are so hard to shed, and the lack of a clue as to what people are supposed to be wearing these days…or caring really about that, is a new feeling. Some of it is good, of course.
How nice to be free of worrying about being cool. How good to know that I am loved regardless of what I wear. Still, there are shows, and there are people at those shows taking and posting photos, and I am not always recognizing the person in the picture.
It seems like perfect timing for a trip to Romania to learn about real problems, and work some of these “afternoon tea” pounds off in a place where my sweat can help others.
As we head to Arad on Tuesday, we do so eager to help and learn, but aware that we will see things that are hard. It’s a new way for us to spend Christmas and probably the closest to the true spirit of it that we’ve come. I am so aware of being a work in progress (or regress) right now. The choice is mine. Thanks for taking the journey with me.
