Oh, Happy Day

My dear friends and fellow readers.

Last year was a rough one, filled with ups and downs of grief and sadness, soul-searching and self-improving, health twists and turns, etc. But today was a wonderful day. I felt happy and secure — with me, myself and I.

This year I will turn 29, and I am without anything permanent, but yesterday I purchased my very own record player and receiver from Top Spins LLC and speakers from Music & Sports Collectors World (1980s). I bought it with my own money, so no one could purchase it for me and take it with them when they leave.

Flea's Music

That in itself was therapeutic. Pure happiness emerged throughout the day as I spent it setting up the space and equipment, shopping for speaker cords and decorating the area all by myself. It was a Sunday Funday for just me and my record player. Today was exactly as it should have been.

Thank you to all my loyal followers on Facebook who take the time to also read my blog. Thank you for patiently waiting for a post from me that didn’t involve personal battles or vendettas against the world. I hope to write something more useful for you all in the near future!

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You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy David Bowie, Neil Young, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, 1900s swing, The Eagles, Caroline Smith, Bob Dylan, She & Him, Rush (etc.) albums, which are basically the same thing.

Under Pressure

David Bowie has died at age 69.

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Photo courtesy of AlternativeNation.net.

Today felt like I’d lost an old friend. One that you no longer speak with, but still have memories surface every time you listen to a nostalgic tune. David Bowie has been popping up a lot lately in my life, which has made it all the more strange that he passed away.

Jan. 10 was a day, eight years ago now, of a funeral. It was a day that rattled me like a caged bird. And now in 2016, there was another death on Jan. 10. This time of a rockstar that linked me back to those days leading up to that moment. Only grieving for David Bowie ended up being, in a sense, therapeutic.

Before I turned in for the night, I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s post:

David Bowie

I watched his goodbye message to his fans in the form of a music video.

“Look up here, I’m in heaven
I’ve got scars that can’t be seen
I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen
Everybody knows me now

This way or no way 
You know, I’ll be free
Just like that bluebird
Now ain’t that just like me”
– David Bowie

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Jane Eyre Bird


“I am no bird;
and no net ensnares me;
I am a free human being
with an independent will
(which I now exert to leave you).”
– Jane Eyre

Now ain’t that always the way?

**UPDATE**