I find myself holding my breath. In the anticipation of things. Some small, some not. But either way, life-changing. A great brief. A big idea. A move to Hong Kong. A fabulous vacation with a close friend. The taste of a chocolate cake. A new wardrobe. A brand that just gets it right. Just a few examples of far too many. It's like Waiting to Exhale. Yet knowing that if those anticipations did occur, I probably wouldn't stop holding my breath.
Dedicating my first post to WH, who passed away today. Gone too soon.
Everyone sang that song.
Diva's in school and college.
Bathroom singers in the shower.
Or at least hummed along to it when it played.
On cassettes. On the radio. In the elevator.
On channel [V] in 1994.
"If I should stay, I would only be in your way. So I'll go, but I know, I'll think of you every step of the way.."
