Cruising with the top down…

Yea, I know you all think I am full of shit. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I live in the UK and the weather blows.

HOWEVER, that said, I was brave. I met the world head on… I shouted at the top of my lungs “Damn the consequences!” and I drove with the top down. It was 4 glorious minutes of hair whipping in the wind and my lips turning blue. But you know? I was there… Oh yeah. I connected.

I left a little shaky … sang thru the tears and ended with a laugh. I refused all phone calls, and drove far too fast. I sad bad words that no one heard but me. I even went completely off the reservation and ate a McDonalds hamburger… that I am still paying for, heath wise.

Days of music, nights of laughter. I returned a new woman. Well, newish. Ok ok… to keep the dramatic bullshit down to a low scream… I am actually the same woman, but I came back relaxed. That’s gotta be something like an improvement, yeah?

The point is… I’m smiling. I faked it until it became real… and damn it, I’m digging this. I don’t care that it makes no sense at all.

Love,

Lynn – raising her glass from the soap-box.