I have decided what I want to do either in my next life or in the event of a mid-life crisis. I am going to become a rockabilly guitar goddess. I will play a big ol' Gretsch Anniversary, or maybe a Gibson 359. Maybe both. Whatever suits my fancy. (But the Gibson needs to be blue.) I will rock out in 4 inch stiletto peeptoes and never, ever get my red lipstick on my teeth. The victory rolls my red hair will be done in will be flawless. I will not get stage fright, and every riff I play will be ingenious.
Fame will not be my goal; my goal is to let the outer me match the inner me. I am a totally glamorous rocker-chick on the inside. On the inside I am confident and can pull off rockabilly style with ease. I can play my air-guitar so well Chet Atkins would be jealous. In my inner-confident fantasy world, I NAIL it. I am the female Johnny Cash. My swagger is legendary. In my own mind.
I think maybe Joe should pray his mama never goes through a mid-life crisis.
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