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Monday, June 25, 2018

Thank You, Paul McCartney, You Were Just What I Needed



I simply adore James Corden and his Carpool Karaoke series. The musical theatre girl in me just eats that stuff up. And it's not just because of the great music or getting to see some of my favorite artists in a more casual setting. A lot of the joy in that series comes from watching how much fun James Corden has doing it.

And that brings me to his latest installation: Paul McCartney. To say this is epic would be an understatement I'm sure that James Corden will be remembering this all the way to his death bed. It hit me pretty hard as well, but for my own reasons.


I had literally just mentioned the song “ Let It Be” to my physical therapist the very morning that I watched this. I'm still having a lot of pain issues as we work our way through my recovery. and of course I'm nowhere near as healed as I had hoped to be by this point. I've made tremendous progress, but I've still got a long road ahead of me. My therapist is a wonderful kind soul by the name of Samantha and one thing I really love about her is that she doesn't sugarcoat anything. The truth is it's going to be years before I'm back to where I was before I had my stroke, if I ever can even truly get back to that level of functionality. It's also truthful to say that I may have some lifelong level of impairment. The tears are burning my eyes as I type that, just as they burned my eyes when Sam and I were talking about it. I'm doing now what I did then: I take a deep breath and I say to myself: “ let it be.” It is what it is, and wallowing in grief over it is not going to move me forward so I just let it be.

Which brings me back to Paul and James and this wonderful video that came along right when I needed it, speaking words of wisdom: let it be.

And a few moments later the video segues into the song "Blackbird."

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

So here I am with my broken wings, climbing steadily upward as I arise.

And we round out the video with a grand rendition of "Hey Jude," and I found my voice - my crippled voice - singing loud and singing lustily, greedily, reveling in every single note. They helped me take a sad song and make it better.

So I'll leave you with James and Paul, and the memory of what they left with me.



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