Oh, my stars. Thursday. Am I right?!?!
Someone tell me when the Throwback Thursday trend started. More importantly, please tell me if it’s over and I’m looking even more un-social-media-savvy than I normally do on any given day of the week.
But, just in case, it’s still a thing, here’s a TBT from T ☺
I see this photo of myself every day. It’s on my desk, next to a card that states:
“Never let the things you want make you forget the things you have.”
In this photo, I'm in a borrowed costume, on a big stage at my high school theatre (Go Big Blue!) for my performance of the song “Be A Clown”. I want to win the Jr. Miss competition, at least, I thought I did at the time. In my assessment of my situation and myself at that moment, I thought I had so little and I was desperately wanting so much. I couldn't have had it more wrong.
For anyone unfamiliar with this Cole Porter number from the 1948 film, The Pirate, here are the beginning lyrics:
I'll remember forever
When I was but three
Mama, who was clever
Remarking to me
If son when you're grown up
You want everything nice
I've got your future sewn up
If you take this advice
Be a clown, be a clown
All the world loves a clown
Act the fool, play the calf
And you'll always have the last laugh
Wear the cap and the bells
And you'll rate with all the great swells
If you become a doctor, folks'll face you with dread
If you become a dentist, they'll be glad when you're dead
You'll get a bigger hand if you can stand on your head
Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown
I can honestly say I never wanted to be a doctor or a dentist, perhaps my singing these lyrics sealed my professional fate. Or, perhaps it was just another in the thousands of winks and nudges I’ve received from a very supportive universe. What I can say for certain is there are moments in my own Big Top of A Life where I’ll find myself humming this tune and it is a reminder of all the joy in my life, the laughter, the silliness, so very much that I have going for me on any given day. (All of that PLUS 1st Runner-Up at the state Jr. Miss competition, which considering everything going on in my life at that time, was itself a small miracle).
It’s not an easy thing we humans do every day – get up, go at it, get ours, give some, gratefully fall into slumber only to wake and do it all over again. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday or even Thursday… Throwback Thursday and I’m humming the tune and hearing the words and might even get myself to a yoga practice tonight where I will, indeed, stand on my head.