Living My Best Life

I went to the chiropractor a few days ago.

It took him less than a minute to ask me. “Hi, Marie, write any new songs lately? Any trips to Nashville booked? Are you doing another concert?”

Uh…I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. I managed to answer, “Nope, just living my life.”

I actually get asked these questions a lot.

I’ve told Ken and a few close friends over the past eleven months—why eleven months? because that’s when I last went to Nashville—”I have 20 songs. I could stop writing music right now, die tomorrow, and have no regrets.”

Ken takes good care of me. Always has.

When I got cancer? He held me up and kept our family together.

He has never once put pressure on me to stop writing music and go out to “get a real job.” In fact, it’s been quite the opposite: he encourages me every step of the way.

Will I write more music? Maybe I will, and maybe I won’t.

In the meantime, I’m going to keep working in my yard—my happy place—spend time with my family and friends, and continue to live my best life.