i'm eating clean for the next 30 days -- and working out diligently every single day with my boxing coach -- to jumpstart my system, dropkick myself into fall and give myself a boost physically. whatever seasonal sluggishness i feel needs to dissipate. i have way too much work to do.
i even joined a workout group, to keep me on the straight and narrow. the sticky part? taking "before" pictures and weighing in every week.
everything feels like a new beginning, somehow. the rain is off and on all week and i want to feel sad about it but its washing away the filth in the streets and making everything new all over again, especially when the devil beats his wife.
yeesh. it almost feels as though i'm saying goodbye to the sun.
if you are african-american, if you lived through the 80s and if you aren't skipping through gotham in this gorgeous breezy blue sky sunshiny day and singing this song somewhere in your soul, you're a zombie. this is the theme song for the season.
one of the beautiful things about living in nyc is that you actually get to have seasons, and if you hold still long enough, you get to watch them happen. september is a transitional moment, heralding indian summer and all hallows eve.
even my grandma loved earth wind and fire back in the day...! here's your slice.
Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember - how the stars stole the night away, yeah yeah yeah.
Hey hey hey,
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
Ba duda, ba duda, ba duda, badu
Ba duda, badu, ba duda, badu
Ba duda, badu, ba duda
My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember - how we knew love was here to stay
Now December found the love that we shared in September.
Only blue talk and love,
Remember - the true love we share today
Hey hey hey
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day.......there was a
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days
Now our bell was ringing, aha
Our souls were singing.
Do you remember every cloudy day - yau !
There was a
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day.......there was a
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days
Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya - De ya.....
