So, last Sunday I finally finished the first draft of the second chapter of my new book. I was right on deadline, even a few days early. (Quick brag: This book has been writing itself. I am so happy writing it, and it is so much fun I feel like Jimi Hendrix, Santana, Springsteen, at the top of my game letting the chords fly from my fingers!)
I was 53 pages of toasted, so I decided to zone out on some random TV, as Maggie and I awaited the start of the new season of Downton Abbey. I cruised past Oprah’s interview with Pharrell, from last April, and tuned in. Have you seen it?
Pharrell spent almost the whole interview in tears. Tears of gratitude at having been given this chance, finally, to sing the song of his truth, the music that was his to bring to the world, and to have it be so incredibly well-received.
He talked about ‘his moment,’ that this was ‘his time.’ He had spent the previous 20 years supporting other artists: Madonna, Beyonce, JLo, Britney, and many, many more. A few years before, he had been given the chance to bust out on his own, what looked like it was going to be “his moment” – but his ego messed him up, and he went back behind the scenes of other artists.
But then, last year, with the uber hit “Happy” (did someone say dance break?) and his album G I R L, he went from the background to the foreground. Big time. It almost felt like he was carried there.
It got me thinking about that experience in a woman’s life, when she knows it’s her time, her moment. Her breakthrough. The line in the sand, when that was then, and this is now.