Category: Future

It’s been a few years since I’ve had darker hair. I’ve been blonde for many, many years and I keep going back to blonde hair.

Part of it had to do with a book I read about looking years younger by Joan Rivers. She wrote as you get older your hair should get lighter.

I took it to heart. So I was platinum blonde, burning off the ends of my hair, thus it wouldn’t grow long like it used to be when I had my natural color.

It was time for a reset. What is bleach, but a burning peroxide that breaks off the ends of your hair.

Nevertheless, I’d been bleaching my hair for years and years. However, I want to grow my hair long, and bleaching your hair does not help in the quest.

In trying to get my hair to grow back to it’s natural color, I chose not to cut it all off down to the quick.

I’ve even had friends that shave their head completely to grow back their natural hair. That is not me. I did not want to sacrifice the length, so I sacrificed the color, instead.

Surprisingly, one person said that I look younger with this new hair colour closer to my own.

Although, I miss my old blonde hair, at least I know now I will be able to grow it down to my shoulders with it’s natural Ash colour, with a few highlights. As much as I like hair extensions, or as you can see above, a Wiglet of blonde, I prefer natural, long, beautiful hair.

I wear hair extensions, and I find them fun, but they are also hot and itchy. 

My desire is to grow my natural hair long, and the only way to save my scalp and my hair follicles, is to take a break from all the bleach.

Recently I was a victim of a criminal act. Somebody broke the hatch of my truck trying to break in. They also damaged my tail lights and scratched up the body of my pickup. I told people about it on my Facebook page. I was pretty upset. But do people really have to know about this? I had to ask myself why I felt compelled to tell others about it.

Child endangerment, animal cruelty, deadly risks, disgusting images, foul language, criminal behavior: these are just a few things I see on my Facebook and Twitter page as I scroll through the feeds. What’s it all about?

People desire the gift of Fame. Yes it is a gift. The gift that we give is our attention. People pay attention to the unusual, the strange and the bizarre.

Other people put those things up or share those things, but why?

Disturbing images are disturbing. We don’t need that in our world. Reality is disturbing enough.

Often these images make people more callous to others suffering. I block all those things as soon as they crop up. I unfriend those who like to get their jollies scaring people and upsetting them.

I don’t want to be an ostrich with my head in the sand, I know evil exists.

This doesn’t mean that I care to engage with it or pay attention to it. I hope people wise up and try to look for the good in life instead of only wickedness.

There is so much to drive a person crazy in this world. From the smartphone screen cracking when it falls face down on the cement, such as what happened to me a couple days ago, to accidentally putting all your toiletries for a swim session into a plastic bag that you found on the chair, that you used earlier in the day to pick up a tiny bit of dog poop. That’s what happened to me yesterday. 

Needless to say, I was quite angry and uptight. I also felt a cold coming on with a scratchy throat and  after a day of running around full of worry, the day ended with a stiff, sore ankle.

After a good night’s sleep you can laugh at yourself and all of the foolishness that rains on your parade. 

Sometimes it’s wise to get perspective and not get too concerned. 

Chronically unhappy people are always wrapped up in themselves and in their problems.
I think it’s also cumulative. 

The more you worry, the more you worry. 

Of course, misery loves company. I guess we all have our problems. 

You’ve got your problems, I’ve got mine. One has to keep things in perspective.

A problem shared is a problem halved. 

I told my husband about my dog poop escapade. I did not expect such uproarious laughter, but I guess it was well worth it because today I am cheerful again.

As for my smartphone screen cracking, I talked to the lady at the store and she says the company is sending me a new one because I had insurance, plus I had to pay a $199.00 deductible, but thanks to my smart husband, making sure my phone was insured, at least I can have new one to replace the one with the cracked screen.

Shakespeare got it correctly when he wrote, all’s well that ends well!

Musically yours,

Amy Zents

The brain is the frontier that most people think of when they think of the most intricate part of the human body. The human brain is more intricate than any Swiss watch or man-made computer. We did not have to pay for this brain, it was a gift to us at birth, with all the other priceless gifts that we have that make up our human body including our heart, and lungs, and life.
When you hear about a lot of suicides in the news, and lots of depression, and mental diseases that get people to the ER, the problems can go back to problems with their brain.

I no longer watch TV before bed. I’ve decided to make my brain my best friend. That means preventing it from turning against me. The brain needs nurturing with healthy food and drink, lots of laughter, and lots of rest.

Too often, people abuse their brain by not getting enough sleep. This world we live in is full of distractions. This world can cause people to get so weary, they kill each other on the roads because they fall asleep behind the wheel, or else they are not well-rested enough to focus on their driving.

Besides doing other people harm, they often do themselves harm because they have not had enough sleep, or not had good enough sleep.

When people’s brains turn against them, you often see people turn to drugs and drink to try and straighten things out. Faulty reasoning takes over.

Take care of that marvelous piece of machinery your brain, and your brain will take care of you!

Nobody seems to mind nowadays what authority has to say. It seems that skepticism has taken root in the lowliest to the loftiest.

All bets are off where trust comes into play. The only real word given, or accepted, is the one backed up with legalise.

There is no way to make someone budge excepting threats from the long arm of the law!

What’s going on? Has the world lost it’s innocence? Apparently so.

Now I’d venture to confess that in spite of good intentions, things sometimes go awry. If you really care, genuine sincerity must be backed up with covering your rear.

Use good sense. 

Honestly, the world has changed, so don’t be naive, be wise.

Who cares? Depends on the subject and the person. 

I hate to say it, but nobody cares unless they have something to gain from caring, or if they are your mom.

Mom’s care.

Just remember to be careful.

Something I discovered while out shopping today is that some employees in retail should value themselves better. It’s not that their employers don’t appreciate them, it’s that the employee who is intelligent is not reaching out for a higher, loftier, and probably better paying position.
Granted, some people are the perfect fit for their job. Their job doesn’t call for a lot of brain work, and that’s probably good enough for them. They probably live paycheck-to-paycheck, or else they’re just clocking in time for the people contact, or some other reason.

However, when you encounter a man or a woman who is too large for their position, you kind of feel sorry for them. You think to yourself, this person with an exacting mind and a high polish does not belong here. It would be better for them to use their practical mind in some other way more beneficial to the world.

Then again, some people enjoy selling socks. Maybe that’s as far as they’ll go in life. Maybe they put their intelligent energy in running a happy home, or maybe someone has not alerted them to the fact that life could be much more fulfilling to them if they reach out for a better job.

You may be a brainiac, but nobody will speak up for you.

If you think you deserve a whole lot better than you’re getting; if people admire you for your intelligence, and all the while you’re just doing scut work for low pay, well that’s okay for your employer and customers, but is that okay for you?

We need more ambition in our lives. This ambition means defining your dream and playing to your strengths, otherwise you will always be stuck at slave wages, doing the bidding of less intelligent people than you.

I have a day off. This morning I made eggs, black beans, brown rice and black coffee. Afterwards, I rehearsed some songs with my husband for an upcoming gig.

The way I live is spending my life doing what I love. Years ago I had an idea the way I wanted my future to be. I never expected stuff to get so bad for so many years

Expecting can be a trap. What do you know about the future when you are young?

My biggest disappointments have always been the results of false expectations.

Experience is different from expectations.

Life means making a future for yourself and not fighting your reality.

What happens to you depends on so many factors, including personal faults and the opinions of family and friends.

Of course the media contributes to personal discontent and disappointments too.

I needed to experience a lot of pain before I woke up to reality and realized all the cards I had been dealt to me, could be turned to my advantage with the right attitude.
If it is to be, it is up to me, was the mantra that changed my life.

I really love to see my dreams fulfilled. Many of them have come true for me. Many are coming true, but it has taken effort, daily effort on my part to expect little and let go of the fear of failure. Temporary hardship can yield fantastic results.

One foot in front of the other.

Keep on keeping on!

Musically yours,

Amy Zents

I have noticed that sometimes I do things without thinking. Stupid little things like holding on to junk mail, or odds and ends. Other times I notice how others will barge in during my conversation with a friend, or when a friend completely ignores my presence when they find something or someone else that grabs their attention. 

I remember one time I was at a party. I wanted to impress my boss with my jazz singing the song, My Funny Valentine, with the Jim Whitman Trio. I told him I’m getting up shortly to sing.

I finished singing, and I came back to the table. My boss who loves to talk, said he was so engrossed in conversation, he missed it.

I remember there were times when my mother forgot all about me and everyone ate supper without me. It reminds me of that little mouse who’s whole family moves away without him. He comes home to an empty house. Nobody has missed him.

I’m not feeling sorry for myself because I am in quite demand now. In the past I was shy and insecure. My sister got me over that by pushing me in the deep end. She pushed me out on stage with my quaking knees to sing, Billy don’t be a hero. 

My inherent shyness stuck with me throughout High School. It was only when I fell for a liar who broke my heart, that I was awakened to my verbal power. The guy who stole my heart and broke it, told me I should be a radio DJ. So I took it to heart, and things have only gotten better!

Even a broken clock is right twice a day.

I guess this is a lesson in my life that we need to pay attention to others, and others need to pay attention to us to make us feel happy.

Musically yours,

Amy Zents

For some dysfunctional artistic folk, drama is their meat and bread. They really believe that vice is nice, or else they have bought into the idea that suffering produces great art. One theatre set-builder I knew felt his work wouldn’t be a success unless he got some of his blood on it. Eww!

My old drama coach used to tell me, save the drama for the stage.

Nevertheless, the lives of many of our most creative and celebrated authors, actors and artists reveal great sacrifices on those who dare draw close to them.

Just getting close to these narcissistic neon lights are enough to blind paramours to their many faults.

These creative individuals who walk on the edge of sanity seem to give off a strange allure.

The temptation to enable them is strong, almost addictive! Add to it their talent or verbosity, and you may get easily hooked.

Satellites of loquacious or sullen luminaries often pay a price, and yet for awhile they enjoy a crazy, sometimes delightful rollercoaster ride.

Who wants a boring life?

I’ll take a 21st century life in the rurals of Minnesota over a heady, congested downtown city life by far, just like I will avoid people who radiate charm but trigger my internal BS detector.

The price is too high for me, thank you very much. Been there, done that. How pathetic or tragic these talented idiots may seem, they are just not worth the pain. By all accounts, these geniuses of manipulation never will apologize for tbeir unpleasantness, unless it suits their means.

Glad to have survived. Glad to blog often and share my stories. Give me nature, music and pets, good food, a fun job and a faithful, quiet husband.

That’s good enough for me.

Not every genius is a glorified goon, but many are! 

I think Henry Rollins says it best in the great song, Liar