🎉Y’all! It’s ‘Throw It Out Thursday’!
I cannot express how excited I get to write this post every week. Without further ado…
HERE WE GO!
‘What is something your passionate about today that you’ve been passionate about since you were a kid?”
Music, art and food.
Have you pay attention to the cover art?
I like all the things that do not involve me performing any direct math.
Math and I don’t get along. It’s best to never leave us unattended, unless you’re trying to start a fight. Hard Nope.
I can’t math.
I’ve never been able to math.
I am a firm believer in the purely unholy and unnatural state of numbers and letters coexisting inside parentheses that you expect me to sit and guess.
I’m not sorry that I do not possess the necessary patience for all that mess.
Yet…
In my short 40 years on this earth, I’ve had careers in both Music and Culinary. Both on a professional level.
Not too shabby for a adopted girl from Tacoma.
Tacoma of my day was the place when the East Side was still just considered ‘rough’ and Hilltop was where you got shot.
The Theater (and the mall) were safe enough to hang out with the crew on a Saturday without your parents…
… after cruising the waterfront after the Friday night football game to see what Freshman was getting ‘Bayed’. Then parking up to watch them all ‘walk the plank’ while remembering how incredibly cold that water was. Eventually the Ram Restaurants rent a cop would call in a noise complaint and the actual cops would show up.
No officer, I wasn’t involved. We were just cruising when we heard the commotion and stopped to see what was up.
No, we don’t know those kids.
No Underclassman was risking the wrath of a Senior willing to Bay.
Sorry TPD, You know how it is.
Chicks before Dicks.
Growing up in the 253 afforded me a lot of opportunities to experience a vast variety of different cultures and their associated art and music.
After all, the Pacific Northwest and more specifically the Puget Sound Region is known for the ‘Seattle Culture’. More commonly identified as the ‘modern liberal hippie movement’ by social judgement status.
I wasn’t bound by the gender roles and limits that forced me to be anything more than myself… until I entered Public School.
I hated school. I had to deal with other people.
Not to mention, there is some strange adult who is disturbingly either in or out or contact with their chosen grade of children. Is she the source of this strange odor?
It smells like Mildew & Ben Gay had a kid and named it ‘The Day After’.
All of this human interaction made me feel so frustrated and angry. The only thing I wanted to do want color, play and EAT.
This isn’t one of those ‘my mother taught me’ moments. I am not going to tell you how wonderful her Pot Roast was.
Unless you’re a fan of charred in the fires of the seventh circle and recovered for excessive plate service.
The kitchen was my fathers symphony. Sitting in the kitchen, playing game boy why lunch was being made in an open French style kitchen, made for family.
The man who raised me is this unique blend of calm wonder. Y’all can thank him for my ability to write this blog.
Communication was key, but it doesn’t matter how you do that.
One by one, I worked my way through my three passions. First art, then music and finally food.
Each one became a mission, to find my voice. Each color became brighter, each light straighter.
By the time I was 18, I was playing the French Horn professionally.
By the time I was 28, I was managing a kitchen.
By 38, I had enough career and real life experience to qualify for two Bachelor or the Arts and I was 3 courses away from being eligible to graduate with a trade specialization and an MA.
At 40, I am hanging out at home. Cooking delicious food, writing to the internet and watching binge-able smut reality tv.
I have the ability to work, but instead I respect my partner and my peace. I am currently choosing to use my passions to provide what I have worked so hard to achieve… the ability to display my passions for the ones I love. -🍋💋
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