Upcoming Attractions!

The cerulean creature awakens from her mental slumber to see a new point of view. Outlook is mostly positive, a tad fearful of the negative and trying to remain neutral at all times. There are moments when she wants to shriek her contained excitement out loud, but wonders if it’s best to reserve her enthusiasm and conserve the energy.

Making changes whether minuscule or monolithic takes great mental strength and courage. Treading gently into a new realm, absolute unchartered territory, it’s humbling to be outside your comfort zone. The question is, to share or not to share with those nearest to you. If you reveal, you invite others in to your new world and when or IF it all goes pear-shaped, well then, you have some explaining to do. However, you if mind yourself and what you sparsely share, loss is no loss to anyone but you - damage control is under control.

This mental tug of war has been at the forefront of my mind for months now, tip-toeing around discussing or concealing, hiding or revealing. Strangely, I can actually pin point when, three years ago, that I started to become a scaredy cat with sharing and sadly it has to do with a boy - he is certainly not a man, I will give him no such credit.

Is this the book I profess to write? Or is this the life I lead? Stay tuned……

Perhaps the boy’s lesson was to share as little as possible, therefore not investing in others. I cannot say whether this method has served me - or my character - well. We’re still trying to practice this methodology but find it goes against the very nature of being human, but at times does makes one feel empowered, albeit lonely.

Being an open book certainly has its fair share of pros and cons. It’s hard to be a closed book while writing a story to share. So contradicting! Either way, whether you’re a real being or a character written on the page, you must hold your own hand, reassure yourself and try not to live in scaredy catville too terribly long.

Writing another chapter in my book and in my life, blank pages are abundant and its time to get busy.

Wish me luck!

On the Road

Hello! I’ve entered a blogging contest and below is my 400 word essay.

Please hop to this link and vote for me and when I win, one of you will be joining me!

http://blogyourwayaroundtheworld.com/blogs/view/1105

Having traveled over a million miles, by way of 223 cities in 48 countries just to go to work, I can attest to the life of a global nomad. I wear the title and know it quite well. Going to work for most doesn’t ordinarily require perpetual travel but for me, it always has. I’ve seen glorious landscapes from countless airplane windows and have gazed at magnificent cities in what could be a painting by a famous artist but it’s actually the view from my hotel window. I peer into the vastness of the city before me and marvel, hoping to get a moment to savor just a morsel of its offering.

Only 5 of these cities, in 5 different countries have been for holiday, hence my desire to win this contest and travel for pleasure. My cliffs-notes journeys around the globe, has left me with an insatiable desire to travel well after the work is done. I’ve always felt at home anywhere in the world. From Christchurch to Cologne, Johannesburg to Jakarta, Belgrade to Barcelona, Tel Aviv to Tulsa - home is where the hotel is and I am always happy to pack up and go.

If selected, I would like to invite all of you on my globe blogging journey, documenting each step of the way with traditional blogging and by video blogging. For those who aren’t in a position to travel or for those who may be sick and unable to travel, I’ll travel for them, bringing the world right into their living room. Experience the world as I experience it, be there with me - see it, hear it and feel it. Interacting not only with those around me locally but also with those globally. My virtual followers will now become my leaders and make suggestions of things they’d like me to do, things they want me to see and experience on my trip. I’d incorporate their virtual wishes into my travel plans so we could share the experience together.

Winning this contest isn’t for bragging rights it’s for blogging rights. Allow me to entertain you while we satisfy our constant cravings to explore and get lost somewhere in the world. Won’t you be my travel partner?

Flash back....

A reminder to recollect and reminisce.

Seminole High School - Class of 1990 graduated 7344 days ago.

So, what the hell have I done since June 7, 1990?

I’ve been “Rock Star adjacent” for most of my adult life and have worked with some incredibly talented people in the Radio, Film, Television and Live Concert industries. And I’m not finished yet.

I’ve circumnavigated the globe well over 14 times, having flown over a million miles. I’ve hiked the Great Wall of China, rode on top of an elephant in South Africa. I’ve been atop the Eiffel Tower countless times, climbed the Sydney Harbor bridge at sunset to see the Opera House glow against the city skyline. And also eaten sushi at 6am while roaming the stalls of the Tsukiji Fish Market in Tokyo. I’ve lived in Los Angeles, Montreal, Las Vegas, Florida and hotels all around the world. I have friends all around the globe and can escape to visit them anytime. I’ve written a screenplay. Still working on my book. I’ve gained weight. I’ve lost weight and gained it again. I’ve fallen in love, got married, got divorced - still searching for love and at 37, still haven’t found love nor been given the chance with anyone to create it. It’s been busy 240 months and I hope I’ve made the most of it. But have I?

As I write down just a few things I’ve done, yes, I guess one could say I’ve made the most of it. However, I don’t fully concur. Facts can appear impressive, or perhaps cool, but really how can anyone quantify if they’ve made the most of anything? I suppose if you question whether you’ve made the most of something or not, I suspect not.

What are the life mile markers to indicate if you’re on track, or that you’re behind or way ahead? How do you share what you’ve done with others without alienation? Because its how I feel most of the time, like an alien. My lifestyle and reference points drastically differ from most people on the planet. I’m a little quirky and don’t fit in as easily as I thought. Perhaps having done more miles than most, my markers are quite diverse and at times hard to find.

As I prance and frolic down memory lane, with an occasion pit stop to lull over a photo from way back when, I stare deeply at a glossy 4 x 6 and wonder if he and I thought we’d be together forever? Did our little group of BFF’s think we’d go to the same college, travel together and then settle down and live on the same street to have a family with lots of kids? What were we thinking when that 35mm camera, film processed at Eckerd Drugs in one hour with double prints free, snapped and froze us in time? Had we any clue where we would be 20 years forward of when that photo was taken? And why did I think a hair style like that was cool, reflecting back 20 years?

Next time I say, I’ve done nothing, I am going to read this blog and remind myself to shut the fuck up, smile and be happy that I at least grew out of the big cotton candy Cyndi Lauper hair phase.

At home decompressing Upcoming Attractions!

I received an email from Chanel titled, “An exciting new chapter in Chanel Lipstick history begins today!” And I thought, wow - if a lipstick gets to have an exciting new chapter then why can’t my life have the exact shared excitement as a $ 30.00 lipstick??? The wait is over! Surely, I am worth more than a tube of lip rouge.

And with this spam awakening, I turn over the leaf; discover a blank page in my passport that needs a stamp and move forward into the next life chapter. It’s sometimes best to look forward than to reflect where you’ve been because it’s so easy. I’m making a vigilant effort to untangle my subconscious mind to figure out what that next chapter will contain and how to write it. Will there be another world tour? Perhaps, I move somewhere new and start fresh? Maybe a new career path? Will I meet some exciting stranger and we fall madly in love? Maybe I win the Power Ball and travel to distant lands to help those less fortunate? Could it be all those things? Any way I write it, it’ll be some well need fresh air and I’m desperate for some excitement.

In order to reinvent my life, I cannot move forward without looking back. Revisiting the all the trips & embracing the journey around the world and the lessons they hold so I can recreate history anew. I need a new perspective on the past to see different possibilities for what’s ahead. I’m already stressed by the conflict of maintaining the status quo and the desire to break out of my rut. I need to stop worrying about time because it doesn’t worry about me AND it’ll just continue to feed my frenzy of impatience.

Surely a woman who creates her own job is the woman to win fame & fortune and who will also meet the man and have the proverbial “all.”

I declare!

Watch out world! Blonde and beyond! Up, up and away!

On the Road

The World Wide Web is the bestest worst invention of our time. A communication marathon with no end in sight and are we really typing anything worth saying?

Aren’t we supposed to feel more connectedness with this amazing technology?

I don’t.

I feel very disconnected because I choose not to be in tune with the daily gossip.I watch very little TV and pay no attention to the news and could truly careless about today’s top tweets. Yes, yes I know - I’m a hypocrite because I too twitter. However, I do so out of feeling like I am suppose to. But really no one gives a shit about it, they just need a distraction. We’re a nation, distracted.

Just because you feel tuned in doesn’t make you in touch. Strike that, our world is distracted.

Today, I attempted to tune out all distractions and tune into myself. I chose not to leave my hotel room. I slept in, got up and had room service and then took a nap. I caught myself checking email and stopped. I choose NOT to give two poops about it. I don’t want to feel like I must be connected at all times because the longer one is connected, the further the disconnect from oneself.

It’s sad to see people sitting in a park, at a bar or on a plane staring at a square. You can see the preoccupation with what ever is on their screen, oblivious to others around them, preoccupied to the exclusion of all else.

We twitter more and talk less. Twe’ve lost the art of connecting with another human being unless we use the platform called Facebook. We wake up and take our computers to the toilet for a poop and instant message via Skype. We text morning, noon and night. When we do make a call, we secretly hope for voice mail. This amazing invention that should draw people closer, make the world a smaller place and more accessible to keep in touch and meet new people from around the world, however it’s become the modern day decline of articulation, conversation and decorum.

I declare it has us scared in the corner because without a glowing screen and a key board - we don’t know what to say. The alter egos cannot leave the computer long enough to walk outside and meet someone organically and sit down to talk with out checking the blackberry because we welcome the diversion that someone just friended us. As I type this, I hear birds chirping in the park across from my posh Boston hotel room. The sun is setting, the city is all a glow in golden grandeur and warm breeze is glorious and the church bells in the distance ring to let me know its 8pm.

Now get the fuck off your computer, stopping reading my bullshit and go outside.

The internet makes us all obtuse.