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<\/a><\/p>\nI am a lunatic. Not in the insane sense of the word but in the suffering from the belief that lunacy fluctuates with the phases of the moon, like this week for instance, sense of the word. It\u2019s that everything gets blown out of proportion, am I doing anything right, every picture of me looks horrible, have I done enough for womankind, why do I always have to do everything on my own kind of lunacy.<\/p>\n
It started with a request to pick a song to sum up our experience in Houston recently and all kinds of ideas flood your head. You come across the most amazing things when looking through old playlists; I mean really old playlists, like 1976 kind of old. A lot was happening then, for me, for women, for our country. I was in my twenties; working at a great job, thin, single (I wouldn\u2019t meet himself until 1977) in my fabulous polyester shoulder padded pant suit the world was mine. I was part of the second wave of feminism and there was nothing holding me back. Barbra Streisand and Khris Khristopherson (who was incredibly hot at the time) were starring in the remake of A Star is Born <\/a>which illustrated the feminism verses all in for love that was still a bit of a struggle for so many women. I was a huge fan of Streisand and her song Woman in the Moon<\/a> became my mantra.<\/p>\n I was warned as a child of thirteen, not to act too strong <\/em><\/p>\n Try to look like you belong but don’t push, girl <\/em><\/p>\n Save your time and trouble, don’t misbehave<\/em><\/p>\n I was raised in a ‘No you don’t’ world, overrun with rules <\/em><\/p>\n Memorize your lines and move as directed <\/em><\/p>\n That’s an age old story, everybody knows that’s a worn out song<\/em><\/p>\n Ok so maybe I didn\u2019t pay any attention to those things anyway but they were certainly prevalent.<\/p>\n I believe there’s a best of both worlds, mixing old and new <\/em><\/p>\n Recognizing change is seldom expected<\/em><\/p>\n As I long suspected, they believed that strange was a word for wrong <\/em><\/p>\n Well, not in my song ’cause you, you and I are changing that tune <\/em><\/p>\n We’re learning the rhythms from that woman in the moon<\/em><\/p>\n Here\u2019s the thing, since I\u2019m back from Houston I\u2019m wondering where the hell am I going to find like-minded people.\u00a0 I\u2019ve become strange, again.\u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019ve gotten myself so firmly ensconced in everyone\u2019s life in a certain way that I wonder how I\u2019m going to a)let them down easy when I really don\u2019t feel like doing things the same old way and b) remove the armor I\u2019ve built around me to find someone amazing to do things with. As my friend Sandra calls it, an Emory (I\u2019ll save that for another post).\u00a0 I\u2019ve come to this A and B because of a picture, one that, let\u2019s just say didn\u2019t show off my best side.\u00a0 What I initially did with this picture was dictated completely by the full moon, meaning I freaked out at just how big I\u2019d gotten, how much I didn\u2019t recognize myself, how much self-pity I could summon up for the lack of having anyone to \u201chelp\u201d me.\u00a0 In other words why didn\u2019t anyone want to play with me\u2026Oh God it was ugly and completely ridiculous but don\u2019t lie, you\u2019ve had that same conversation with yourself at some point (probably under a full moon too).\u00a0 They say that it\u2019s not what happens to you, it\u2019s what you do with it.\u00a0 I took the picture and made it into something completely different, something I could relate to, something creative and I gave it to the people I trust.\u00a0 True to form they responded in kind, with a cheer and encouragement, not even knowing the circumstances of my momentary lunacy, well except for Sandra who has an uncanny way of just calling at the right moment.<\/p>\n The point is this, in 1976 I had everything in front of me, I was surrounded by like-minded people who were fighting for the very same thing, it was critical mass.\u00a0 I don\u2019t have that now, but the words of that song still ring true for me.\u00a0 What a gift to be given a second chance at fulfilling that destiny with a mantra to boot.\u00a0 So now, yes I\u2019m a lunatic, but I just might also be the Woman in the Moon.<\/p>\n ‘Cause they can hold back the tide <\/em><\/p>\n But they can never hold the woman <\/em><\/p>\n I said, “The woman in the moon”<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I am a lunatic. Not in the insane sense of the word but in the suffering from the belief that lunacy fluctuates with the phases of the moon, like this week for instance, sense of the word. It\u2019s that … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n