Her Heart Song...for now.

After seeing my mother commemorated (what a weird word) the other night, I've been thinking about what I'm supposed to do with my life. Oprah's last show made me think about it. Watching Happy Feet made me think about it. Reading The Dirty Life has made me think about it. Watching Diner's Drive-ins and Dives has me thinking about it. Making scones people like has me thinking about it. Killing carpenter ants has made me think about it. Well, okay maybe not the last one but that's what I've been doing lately.

I simply don't know what my heart song is. And I want to know when it is going to show up? I ask you.

I know some people are born with it. They're destined to be one thing in life: musicians, artists, doctors, lawyers, pig farmers. They know this from a very early age. I'm not sure if this knowing is easier or not, but there must be a certain comfort in it. I also know some people are not born with it and that they have to discover it. With some work in searching.

Claire is trying to discover if hip hop is her thing. Well, I'm not going to comment either way because if she's having fun doing it, then who is to say it's not what she's supposed to be doing? Right? And who am I to say anything really, because at 38, I'm still searching and I'm afraid my song is getting fainter. That, or I'm going deaf.

Claire is in a brown tank top. You'll have to excuse the bootleg version. Someday, when she's famous and she gives us big chunks of cash, I'll be able to afford the professional copy.