i went to a Nicki Minaji concert last night with my daughter and my friend and her daughter. The friend moved away early this year, and I miss her a lot.
Cleo, my daughter, misses her friend. So this seemed like a good opportunity to see them. Although, in hindsight, Nicki may be a tad mature for Cleo, who is 10! There weren’t many kids there. But we had an awesome time, so who cares if there was swearing (there was lots…oops).
Anyway, after the concert the girls got snuggled on the couch and we had tea and we all talked. One young girl had been trying to appease a relative and was tired of trying to make everyone happy. We talked about honouring our own feelings and needs first. Even if others don’t understand.
This is why I got sober. Because instead of getting hammered at a concert, stumbling home and falling into bed, I went to a concert, was able to talk rationally about the appropriateness of the swearing and racial words used at it and have a honest and hopefully helpful conversation with the two girls about life. About making your own way without letting others wants be more important. About love and compassion and kindness.
I might have missed this. And that would have been a true loss.
Stillness and peace