Thoughts on Resurrection, Reinvention and Madonna

Like Madonna, I recently celebrated a birthday. Not yet fifty, and thirty has already happened. I’ve decided the moment is right to start using the adage I long ago learned from my grandmother “I’m as old as my pinky and a little older than my teeth.” I constantly hear seemingly soothing clichés “What are you upset about?” “You are a baby!” and my favorite “Age is only a number, its all about how you feel.” Though I know there is truth in these words, I lately I’ve been a little, well, honestly, down. I take this amazing business class for artists, and when I emailed my accountability partner on my birthday that my task for that day was “to try and enjoy myself,” she responded and wrote me a great message that, as a Leo, we are the true rulers of the universe. She was surprised by my astrological sign.

Madonna, when asked about her recent 50^th birthday,  seemed to not be too phased by her age. Now, I was always much more a child of punk and post punk than pop music, but like anyone my age, unless you grew up under a rock, you knew who Madonna was. She was always there. “Like a Virgin” was the first cassette tape I ever owned- it was given to me. I had  absolutely no idea what a virgin was. But I noticed the reaction that was caused by my having that tape.