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Daily Prompt Challenge: Mixed Tape

12 Dec

I remember it. It was the 80s and it meant so much when you got one … You thought yeah … this is my Jake Ryan and he must definitely like me. The mixed tape. It was the plastic  four-inch prized possession of any girl growing up. It was your die-hard four-week, four-month, or four-year love story caught on a Maxell, TDX, or Memorex cassette tape — a CD or iTunes playlist for those of you who don’t recall the awesomeness of Lloyd Dobler or the Breakfast Club.

Yes … the cassette tape … it rocked. It was a time machine that transported you back to the hallway where you met him at your locker, back to football games, back to 4th period math, back to the homecoming dance, back to kissing in the rain, and back to any after school special kind of moments.

Image via ct.com

Image via ct.com

Mixed tapes … yeah they took me back in time. So when I came across this week’s Daily Prompt Challenge that involved creating a musical playlist of songs that describe my life, including what I hope for my future … I said yes. Most definitely yes.

Every life involves love, heartbreak, drama, strength, healing and empowerment. I’m a chick … empowerment is always part of the deal. In the early years, when I was in junior high, there were plenty of love songs … the kind where I pine for a guy and he doesn’t really notice my awesomeness because I was more of the Chapstick type of girl, instead of the lipstick type.  But it was all good. I got over it. Things changed in high school and college. So here is Side A and Side B of the Guat’s Life Mixed Tape.

I Need Love – LL Cool J

Groovy Kind of Love – Phil Collins

I’ll Give All My Love To You – Keith Sweat

You Belong With Me — Taylor Swift

Cool It Now – New Edition

End of The RoadBoyz II Men

Keep Ya Head Up – 2 Pac

Por Amarte – Enrique Iglesias

One Headlight – The Wallflowers

We Belong Together Mariah Carrey

Stuck In a Moment – U2

The Show – Lenka

Ironic – Alanis Morissette

If You’re Going Through Hell – Rodney Atkins

Family Affair – Mary J. Blige

Live Like You Were Dying – Tim McGraw

Got My Toes In The Water – Zac Brown Band

Roll With Me – Montgomery Gentry

Carnival – Celia Cruz

Settlin’ – Sugarland

Home – Dierks Bentley

Break My Stride – Matthew Wilder

Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey

Hope you enjoyed the album.



Daily Prompt Challenge: Oasis

4 Dec

Everyone gets to a point where they can’t take it sometimes. Serenity, now! Right?

As a parent this happens on a daily basis, usually around eight o’clock when you’re done for the day and just want everyone to go to sleep. It’s been a long one so you can’t handle another question about dinosaurs, the Sprout Channel, Curious George, or the universe in general. You don’t want to deal with the battle of the pajamas — basketball pajamas vs. football pajamas. You hope that you don’t have anymore Palmolive Dishwashing Soap because you’ve washed three sinks full of dishes and you so don’t want to have to wash that last Dr. Brown bottle of the night. And by the time you think you’re done with your 14-hour shift you find a fleet of toys sprawled across the floor and your dude walks in and thinks this is an all-night diner.

Dude … Sanctuary. You need it. You require it. And although I’d like the beach to be my oasis because I feel such peace and relaxation when I’m there, the forty-minute drive would probably just add more stress. The sanctuary I turn to when I need an immediate time-out, a deep breath moment, a time to center myself and keep me from throwing a George Costanza kind of fit … the bathroom.

It’s not much, I know. But it’s the only space I’ve got. And it has a lock. It’s there: morning, noon, and night. But these meltdowns usually happen at night so I turn to the bathroom for sanctuary. If my meltdown happened during the day I could get out and bike to the lake. But for the times when I can’t escape … the bathroom. The bathroom becomes my oasis.

It’s quiet. I can light candles if I want to, but I like to sit on the floor in the dark. After a couple of moments I take the photo album out from under the sink and place it on top of the toilet. I fill the bathtub with some hot water, pour in the bath salts, and step in.

I have my little Calgon moment without the bubbles. Water seems to calm me. I don’t know why, I’m a Leo, I should be running around clawing somebody. But nevertheless my makeshift pool accompanied by some tunes, usually country music, helps me out.




I reach for the photo album  and scan through my pictures of Uluru, Australia. I don’t know what it is about that rock, or the awesome peace and spirituality I felt when I was there, but I try to relive it while soaking in the tub. I try to remember that awesomeness of the trip and most of the time it works. Most of the time I catch my breath. Most of the time I see myself on the trip. I see myself sitting in front of the rock. I see myself at peace. I feel my spirit coming back. I’m reminded of the person I was when I was on that adventure and it feels good.

Serenity feels good. 


This challenge brought to you courtesy of the Daily Prompt.



Daily Prompt Challenge Part II: The 57-Year-Old Guat

5 Nov

Dear 57-year-old Guat,

I don’t know what to tell you …

Thirty-seven wasn’t a great year, it could’ve been better. Mid-thirties … a lot of lessons. Too many. I should be a genius at your age. Genius. I’m hoping all the lessons are done and you’re enjoying whatever adventures are left on your bucket list.

At 57, I’m hoping there’s got to be something more. I remind you of the Sugarland lyrics that woke you up — that gave you a Thelma-and-Louise a-ha moment without driving off a Grand Canyon cliff.

“I ain’t settlin’, for just getting by.
I’ve had enough so-so, for the rest of my life
Tired of shooting too low, so raise the bar high
‘Just enough,’ ain’t enough this time
I ain’t settlin’ for anything less than everything”

I’m hoping you remembered the lyrics and kept them close. I’m hoping they continued to inspire you. I’m hoping that you lived by those rules. I know things don’t always turn out the way you planned — something I kept being reminded of in my 30s, but I’m hoping some things did work out for you.

I’m hoping you still have that picture of yourself — the one that reminds you of “you” and you look it every time you feel lost. I’m hoping that most of your gray hair and wrinkles are badges of honor — badges of adventure, excitement, and fun — and not so much of despair, worry, and sadness.

I hope you returned to Australia, but with your kids this time. It was the best trip of your life — a transformation. I hope they enjoyed it as much as you did. I hope you went bungy jumping again.

I hope you became that older gray-haired chick who still runs triathlons — the Ironman kind of older lady who whooshed by the 37 year-olds and made them want to run faster.

I hope you were a good parent — the kind you always thought you’d be. If not … you’re 57 … get on it. Let your kids read your old blog posts on Word Press, they’ll probably enjoy seeing what you were like when you were younger.

Some of the best lessons learned came from reading The Alchemist and Eat, Pray, Love. Reread them and refresh your memory.

You’re three years away from the big 6-0. Throw yourself a party. A big party. Invite family and friends. Indulge in food and enjoy the music, let your inner 37 year-old Guat hit the dance floor.

Enjoy the party. Enjoy your life. Keep your sense of humor. And always be kind.

Your Younger Self