International Women’s Day

I’ve been so buried in work lately that I haven’t had much time to plan anything for International Women’s Day.

And as much as I’d like to be a part of the “A Day without Women” events around the world today, I need to work. A woman needs my help. She’s in the hospital, so I’ll be working in her office, keeping her business going. I’ll be there for her.

Lately I’ve marveled at just how blessed I am, doing work that I love, and working with genuinely good people. But I never really thought about it until today – all of my regular clients are women!

I’ve worked in the music business for decades, wearing all the hats, being what I needed to be in the moment, from booking agent, manager, roadie, merchandise manager, wardrobe assistant, songplugger, to personal assistant, and everything in between. And I enjoy every aspect of the business.

And working with EG Kight all these years has been a blessing. Her talents never cease to amaze me. Georgia Music Magazine summed it up – “…a gentle and elegant woman who manages to channel Southern charm, sophistication and a fierce passion for the blues into one tremendously intoxicating voice.” Our friendship is steadfast, and after all the loss we’ve experienced, (family members and friends who have passed on), it’s only made us stronger, individually, and as a team. Nothing seems insurmountable now.

And having Lisa Biales join our roster was a natural fit. Coming from a theatrical background, and with a love for folk and blues music, she is making her mark on the music world. Blues Matters Magazine in the UK writes – “Her voice is warm and supple; her phrasing is impeccable.” And her brand new album, released 70 years to the day after her mother’s recording, actually includes her mother’s voice on “Crying Over You.” What a beautiful way to honor her mother.

I thoroughly enjoy working with both of these strong, independent women. I am so blessed…

And I have other clients that I do some office management for – Patricia, who is a copywriter and editor; Marci, who owns a dance studio; and Fabianna, who owns a video production company with her husband. And I work in various capacities for Teri, who owns a photography studio with her husband, and is the mother of an amazing young woman who graduated from Vanderbilt, and 16 year old boy, for whom I’ve provided care since he was less than a year old.

Each and every one of these women inspire me, encourage me, move me to my core…

Today, especially, I want to thank these women, for letting me be a part of their journeys.

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You can read more about EG and Lisa at http://www.BlueSouthTalent.com.

And here are both of them, performing a song that fits with what’s going on in the world these days…
“Through the Eyes of a Child”

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And if you’re in the Nashville area and are looking for a photographer I highly recommend this one.
http://www.ShannonFontaine.com

And if my child wanted to study dance, and have fun, here’s where I’d enroll them.
http://www.SecondStoryStudio.org

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#IWD2017 #InternationalWomensDay #womensday #IWD #NeverthelessShePersisted

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Life is like a game of solitaire…

I decided to launch this blog, today, on February 17, 2014.

Why this? Why now? And why me?
The better question is – Why not?

As long as I can remember, I’ve written poetry. My first toy must have been an ink pen, because I don’t remember a time when I didn’t write.

Through the years I’ve even dabbled in songwriting, and had several of my songs recorded by several different artists.

I’ve spent my life behind the scenes, supporting others in various capacities, in the music business, in the corporate world as office manager, as virtual assistant for some in myriad businesses, and as hospice caregiver. I have enjoyed helping others, and still do.

My personal goal for 2014 was to get my thoughts out there to the universe, for the world to see. And with a little gentle prodding from a longtime friend and colleague, I picked a date, and I started gathering my thoughts for this blog.

Ironically, I had already been writing for weeks before that. This year I had also promised myself more time for me, especially in the mornings. I’ve always loved the game of solitaire, and with a warm cup of coffee in hand, I try to start every day with several games. It clears my head, and frees up the thoughts and ideas to come floating out. And those are what will be posted in this blog.

Join me on this journey, as I contemplate life’s questions, musings, and wonders…

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Today I slept late, allowing myself the rest I needed. We often don’t think WE deserve to take life a little slower, to catch our breath. But sometimes we just need to push the “reset” button. With a smooth cup of coffee in hand, I started to play…

Sitting in the quiet, behind closed blinds, the first game of solitaire was uneventful, with only an average score. Sometimes the score isn’t as important as playing the game, and today’s no different.

As I play, I can think of something, or nothing at all, and ideas, solutions, and new perspectives come to me. Today I’m thinking of how many times I opened the solitaire app in the morning, and seeing that I had left off in the middle of a game, somehow my first reaction is to clear that game and start a new one.

Giving up on a game isn’t failure, Sometimes it’s more important to make the best use of our time, and to move forward instead of getting stuck in the past. Maybe we don’t need to get caught up in the rhythm of the last game, but we need to start fresh and set a new pace. We can start anew every day…

I play in the dark, before I open the blinds to let the world in. The world waits as I do something for me, as I take care of myself. And there’s nothing selfish about that.

No matter our place in life, we can’t take care of others if we don’t take care of ourselves first. We need rest, and nourishment for our bodies, but we also need to feed our souls, so that we can go out and fulfill our purpose on this planet.

What’s your purpose?

And how do you feed your soul?

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