Leave it to the Material Girl, the original “Get into the Groove” Gal, the woman who’s name rhymes with Obama to spark my creative juices all over again. I am not exactly sure what happened over the last few weeks, but my brain and my fingers on the keyboard were not exactly connecting. Whether it be my mom’s surgery, the devastation of Hurricane Sandy, the never-ending political discussions leading up to the election or just plain fatigue from doing it all (not very well), my writing was not coming.
Well, last night as election polls closed, Madonna hit the stage at 10:45 p.m. EST in Pittsburgh, PA, and I was literally in the best place mentally I have been in weeks. (So much in fact that right now as I write this, I have to go to the bathroom so badly but I am back’n the groove and I can’t stop!)
Following a few glasses of Chardonnay in plastic cups because the restaurant was so crowded it ran out of glasses and using the men’s room while we took turns guarding the door, I felt young, vibrant and alive again. A little time with a few great friends and bumping into many more as we filled the arena to hear Madonna – I mean MADONNA! – the fact that I needed to get up this morning and feed my kids, check on my mom who is home recovering from surgery, get a report on my MIL who is in the hospital, make sure homework was in the folders, and be a wife/mom/WAHM was a far, far cry away.
I was going to see MADONNA for the first time since I saw her in 1985 and I was ELEVEN years old which is how old my son is now.
Along with the Madonna-induced energy, the buzz about the election results and humming of social media in the audience, the mundane everyday bullshit slipped right out of my body.
My mind snapped back to the editorial calendar I have and my writing mojo was in the groove. There was no doubt – I was going to be back in full force. My ideas were swimming as we broke out into Holiday and Like a Prayer…thanks Madge!
When I got home at 1:30 a.m., I was alive, refreshed and revitalized even though it was about 5 hours after my bedtime. I got to watch Obama’s acceptance speech and feel a part of history being made. I got to sing Madonna to myself in my underwear, and YES – I was the super cool MOM this morning when I told my oldest son that I was out until almost 2 a.m. In Madonna’s words – [f] yeh! For one morning, I was super unbelievable cool in my robe, nursing a sore throat, drinking coffee, and that’s right, kiddies – I was up all night….Madonna concert, election results, GNO, and getting my groove back.
Ok, now I can go to the bathroom and get back to my keyboard.