I'm not given to melancholy. The Pens have said that seeing me cry would be like seeing a unicorn.
I see a problem. I fix it. Unless my tears will drop to the ground and manifest a fairy godmother, then I don't bother crying.
But this week has been a tough one, and no, I didn't cry, but I did wallow in self-doubt and insecurity. I wondered what I do I really need to be happy?
I know what I want - I want what JK Rowling has - let's not sugar coat it. But what I need?
In a world where I already count more blessings than 99% of the world's population for having potable water, literacy, my own home, friends, health insurance, free speech, the right to vote, a job, and everything else which makes being a whiner simply inexcusable - do I really need anything?
Lo and behold, the exact week we feature the theme "One" - a song from my youth barreled back into my memory like a nicely wrapped gift from my subconscious to remind me how human I am, to remind me what it is about JK Rowling's success that really appeals to me.
I've always loved this song because it's an ode to minimalism, a cool, modern-day rehash of Thoreau, a reminder that amidst all the grenades life can throw us, we need one, simple thing.
All I need is one mic, one beat, one stage.
All I need is one cup, one page, and one pen.
All I need is one life, one try, one breath.
I'm one (wo)man.
All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, forget cash
All I need is one mic.. forget the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world