One night in the 70’s, when I was listening to my favorite radio station a song came on, a song that I had never heard before. It was in English and the voice of the singer was different, it gave me goose pimples and got my attention. I heard the German word “waltzing” in between all the English lyrics and wondered how that could be.
Trying to be perfect is very tiring, it wears you out. I know, because I tried it for years. The girls in my generation were raised to be perfect. Perfect wives with a perfect home, perfect kids, perfect husband and these were only our part time goals, because most of us had a full time job as well.
Didn’t we just recently have a prompt like that? And, what is wrong with my new friend that we can’t communicate?
A musical playlist that describes my life, oh this is fun.
The start is easy. As cheesy as it might seem, it’s actually very close to reality. I was born in a small mountain village in the Alps between Austria and Italy. I grew up running and playing in green fields, surrounded by majestic mountains…even the dress looks familiar. A kind of Dirndl, a dress covered with an apron…oh the memories.
Squint your eyes and look closer
I’m not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
and I’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you’re going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said