I’ll never be this young again, but this is the oldest I’ve ever been. I don’t know how old my soul is, but it is greater than or equal to the age of my body.
I didn’t make the rules. I simply live in the skin bag with all of the accessories.
For anyone keeping up with the pink hair saga, I did go to the salon and attempted a temporary pink dye, but it did not take. Still blonde.
Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.
Tiny Baby and Mommy
Once upon a time, in a land about thirty miles away from where your author sits at this very moment, a tiny baby was born. She was born five weeks early because her mother chased around a cat with a baby chicken in its mouth and as a result, broke her waters. The baby’s father was away at sea, working hard as a ship’s captain and unable to return in time for the imminent premature birth of the tiny baby.
The tiny baby’s mother had to go to the hospital because the tiny baby insisted on being born, regardless of where her daddy was. The tiny baby didn’t care about that, she was ready to enter the world of the oxygen breathers. The tiny baby’s big sister took their mother to the hospital and waited in the father’s waiting room with a room full of expectant dads (this is how it was back in the day – dads waited in a room). After some time, the tiny baby was born. The tiny baby’s mother and big sister rejoiced.
The tiny baby grew as babies do, and eventually became a grown-up. Many people helped the tiny baby along the way, but there were only two at the start of the tiny baby’s life as an oxygen breather: her mommy and her big sister.
I’m not going to answer with a controversial response. Freedom for me has taken on a new definition since early March. I would call it unsolicited liberation. But here it is: freedom. Freedom can look like a lot of things. To me it looks like autonomy and a new start.
And I’m not going to lie, probably my first reason for liking this prompt is the song it made me think of: Freedom! ‘90 by George Michael. The song was my jam when it was released, and believe it or not I like it even more now. With life experience comes a different understanding of certain song lyrics. I can’t say I know what it’s like to be George Michael, and I know this song was for him a personal statement, but putting those two facts aside, I feel it in my gut (and I sing along) when he belts out, “I don’t belong to you, and you don’t belong to me.” That line gets me every time. When the song was first released, that line didn’t stand out to me. I was more interested in George Michael‘s take. But now that I’ve lived and experienced much more than I did when this song was released, I’m understanding his lyrics in a different way. Freedom. Yeah, yeah. You got you gotta give what you take.
Freedom! ’90
Song by George Michael
I won’t let you down I will not give you up Gotta have some faith in the sound It’s the one good thing that I’ve got I won’t let you down So please don’t give me up Because I would really, really love to stick around Oh, yeah
Heaven knows I was just a young boy Didn’t know what I wanted to be (Didn’t know what I wanted to be) I was every little hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy And I guess it was enough for me (And I guess it was enough for me)
To win the race, a prettier face Brand new clothes and a big fat place On your rock and roll TV (Rock and roll TV) But today the way I play the game is not the same, no way Think I’m gonna get me some happy
I think there’s something you should know (I think it’s time I told you so) There’s something deep inside of me (There’s someone else I’ve got to be) Take back your picture in a frame (Take back your singing in the rain) I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me, yeah yeah
Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (I will not give you up) Freedom (Gotta have some faith in the sound) You’ve got to give what you take (It’s the one good thing that I’ve got) Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (So please don’t give me up) Freedom (‘Cause I would really) You’ve got to give what you take (really love to stick around)
Heaven knows we sure had some fun, boy What a kick just a buddy and me (What a kick just a buddy and me) We had every big-shot goodtime band on the run, boy We were living in a fantasy (We were living in a fantasy)
We won the race, got out of the place Went back home, got a brand new face for the boys on MTV (Boys on MTV) But today the way I play the game has got to change, oh yeah Now I’m gonna get myself happy
I think there’s something you should know (I think it’s time I stopped the show) There’s something deep inside of me (There’s someone I forgot to be) Take back your picture in a frame (Don’t think that I’ll I be back again) I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me, yeah yeah
Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (I will not give you up) Freedom (Gotta have some faith in the sound) You got to give what you take (It’s the one good thing that I’ve got) Freedom (I won’t let you down) Freedom (So please don’t give me up) Freedom (‘Cause I would really) You got to give what you take (really love to stick around)
Well, it looks like the road to heaven But it feels like the road to hell When I knew which side my bread was buttered I took the knife as well Posing for another picture Everybody’s got to sell But when you shake your ass They notice fast And some mistakes were build to last
That’s what you get (That’s what you get) I say that’s what you get (I say that’s what you get for changing your mind) That’s what you get for changing your mind (That’s what you get) (That’s what you get) And after all this time I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don’t belong to you And you don’t belong to me, yeah yeah
Freedom (Oh) Freedom (My) Freedom You’ve gotta give for what you take Freedom (I’ll hold on to my) Freedom (My) Freedom You got to give what, to give what, give what you take Yeah! You got to give what, give to what, to give
May not be what you want from me Just the way it’s got to be Lose the face now I’ve got to live
I don’t care for this prompt – not because it’s ridiculous like the other prompts have been recently, but because to answer it sounds like bragging.
What I’m doing to be involved in my community is not something that needs to be broadcast. I don’t need likes or views or self-promotion bordering on narcissism.
Keep your head down, contribute, build, keep quiet about it, repeat.
I buy whatever is the cheapest. There’s not enough money now to declare I have favorite brands, and quite frankly, even if I had more money, I still wouldn’t be brand loyal.
“It's Amy,” I said. 