I know this video is kind of overplayed, but I had a long day with my new cat (an abandoned, intact, male Himalyan who smells like a urinal. Say that three times fast.), and thus I am still laboring at chapters. I have this dream of having the book done before I head to Bermuda next week (Did I tell you I’m going to Bermuda? I’m helping a friend who is moving over there. Technically, all I’m really doing in the ‘help’ department is transporting one of her cats, but whatever, it still counts. I’m helping.) and if that’s going to happen, I’m going to have to work like a madwoman every day through Tuesday.
It’s not an impossible dream. It’s just a really, really stupid hard dream.
Some dreams taste like creme brulee. This one tastes like burning. And tired. And old bread. At least at this point.
So where was I?
Right. Phoning it in.
The new cat – post on that tomorrow, no worries – threw me off schedule a bit, so I have to make this quick. Thus, without further ado, and in something of a nod to yesterday’s post, check this out:
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an entire episode of Oprah. In fact, my only ‘memories’ of the show are snippets I saw other places – Tom Cruise on the couch, the time everybody was given a car, and of course the whole brouhaha with The Corrections guy, Jonathan Franzen, although I don’t think he ever actually went on Oprah – so anyway, I don’t really watch the show, but I love this.
This is my primary ‘kick it into gear’ song on my runs right now, and just makes me feel amped up and happy.
Moreover, I’m infatuated with the visual idea that one person’s enthusiasm and joy can spread to thousands. I almost wish I’d thought of this, but then again, I don’t know nearly enough people to pull it off…
Was it just me, or the first time you saw this did you feel kind of bad for the lady dancing all by herself?
I averted my eyes a little, in sympathy and a wee bit of judgment, like, “Fool.”