I FeeI Like Shit…I Think I’ll Sing

I FeeI Like Shit…I Think I’ll Sing

I FeeI Like Shit...I Think I'll Sing

Standing and staring at my naked reflection in the mirror, 
under bad fluorescent lights, in the Nordstrom’s dressing room,
A pile of Spanx at my feet…that’s vulnerability!
Even though I’m the only one in the room, hell!
Who am I kidding!
I’m tougher than a thousand Simon Cowells!
But everyone can relate to that…right?

Oh! What about singing alone on stage?
Is that vulnerable enough?
Under the unforgiving gaze of a spotlight on a pitch black stage.
I’m positive everyone in the front row can see my lips trembling…
Deeeeep breath…can they smell my flop sweat?

When spring had sprung back in 2010 and I realized, shit! 
Who am I now that I don’t have a job, let alone a career?
Life was all black and white to me, it was drained of all color.
I fell into a funk. It was deeper than a funk actually,
It was a dark swirling edie of despair.

During that long summer, I would sit at the computer in my pajamas at two in the afternoon,
(Something I NEVER do unless I’m ridiculously ill, in which case I don’t troll the computer, I watch I LOVE LUCY reruns)
And I would search the World Wide Web for something to make me happy.

I’d spend hours watching silly cat videos, and babies laughing at tearing paper.
What brings me joy? I would ask myself.
Myself thought the question was rhetorical, 
so it just kept putting different searches into Google.
What makes me happy, besides what I’ve done all these years?
Who AM I without that?

Singing used to make me happy, I thought one day, 
remembering the ancient history of that time long, long ago, before I turned 30.


I had sung and done theatre from the age of about 7 until I turned 30.
That was the day I became a grown up.
Better said, it was the day I realized I wanted to live above the poverty level.
I wanted to have more than $50 in my my bank account!
I wanted to see the world!
And I also realized that if I worked as long and hard at something else,
Anything else, I could be a success!
And I did,
and I was.

So cut to: 
20ish years later, 
no store,
No career,
Epic debt,
What’s a girl to do??
I decide to sing again.
Cause THAT’S what people in dark swirling eddies of despair do!
They make GREAT decisions…and,
They break into song!

I hadn’t sung a note since quitting all those years ago,
My husband, having met me in my 40’s, didn’t even know that side of me.
But the fear that came up when I thought of getting back on stage,
was different than the fear I had been experiencing around the loss of the store.
It felt familiar, like an old friend somehow.
And the pounding of my heart and the stage fright,
they made me feel ALIVE again!

So I hit SEND on the application, and left it up to the Universe.

Six months later, as a Christmas present, I got an email back!
They were doing CHICAGO, and was I still interested?
Hell NO! CHICAGO!!! Really!?
I can’t dance! And I haven’t sung since Jesus was a boy!
And those skimpy little costumes!!
FORGET IT Universe! Nice try!
I just want to ease back in, not dive off the deep end!

Above is a picture my talented sister took during the show.
That’s me in the middle,
I’m Velma.
So…you’re starting to get me now huh?
I can’t do anything half way.
When I jump…I jump!
See that woman?
No more black and white!
Back to a Technicolor life!
That’s a picture of Janet, “gettin’ her groove back”!!



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