What, say what, now?

So, I live in a place where pretty much everything goes and ,yesterday, I had the opportunity to listen to a new point of view.

I didn’t realize that I lived in a “Liberal Pothole”. Which defined in tandem might go something like this…

a depression or hollow in a road surface, open to new behavior or opinions and willing to discard traditional values, caused by wear or subsidence.

However, I’m fairly sure that the opinion of the deliverer of this phrase might have meant something else.

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Lucky Me!

For years, although I have always believed in myself and my chosen career path, I have been under the scrutiny of those who believe somehow that I am “lucky” to do what I do. I am very fortunate, but that is by choice…
If “lucky” is working all hours of the night sometimes, not getting paid for months at a time, having a career that requires that my physical being is functional beyond what it wants to be at this age, a career that wreaks havoc on personal relationships due to the its demanding nature (did you read that 43.3 % of dancers/choreographers are bound to get divorced?…uh huh),
AND
that I get to meet the most amazing people and develop friendships that last a lifetime, that I am surrounded by music and movement and art…AND I get to create it with other “lucky” dancers, choreographers, artists and thespians,and that the people who are in my life and I in theirs are open to everything…typically not close minded and are emotionally in touch…I LOVE that part!
Yes, then I guess I am lucky….But it’s all a choice…
But remember, the next time you say that to me, that you made a choice too…and you should also feel lucky every day…