Penny Lane

One of my closest friends assigned me that nickname years ago....Penny Lane...oh how those were the days minus the groupie ways and drug abuse.


Up all night, working as a bartender to pay the bills, hanging with rockstars, going to all the VIP events in town, never paying a cover or God forbid have to stand in a line to get into a venue or even paying for drinks...


I thought that is how life was suppose to be...glamorous, exciting, every day a holiday, every night a celebration. Never meeting a stranger, mixing with all kinds of different crowds and scenes, and being open to all of life possibilities. I had a rockstar spirit without the luster to play an instrument or sing.


I don't understand the mediocre life that most people lead, only looking forward to a week of vacation a year, working til your knuckles bleed, and only enjoying the better things after they have retired. Don't misunderstand...I'm not knocking it, I just don't get it.


I am a work-a-holic that works for the good times, the celebrations, and the adventures...it is nothing for me to have to work seventy hour weeks, but for some reason, when that time clock checks me out, I become alive all over again. Not that I do not love what I do, it just gives me a sense of freedom. 


Food for thought...how do you mix a rockstar spirit with a "normal" life?