A small painting by Shari Elf sits above my desk and shines down on me everyday. Some days I take its message literally. And on those days I wear lots of feathers and something sparkly and see-thru. But on most days, I take it metaphorically. What would Cher do?
On this night, about 30-ish hours from the launch of my new book, I look up and wonder. What if I fail? What if no one likes me? What if I can’t sing as well as I thought I could? What if both sides really were against me since the day I was born? And I think, so what?
I’ll just keep putting myself out there. Be me as best I can.
Wear as many sparkly things as I can muster.
xox
