Mighty!

Bright colors and appropriately bright lighting are two things that really get me jazzed. I could never live in a basement apartment, cave or deepsea underwater huddle. Don't misunderstand. I appreciate the value in darkness. I know that stars only really twinkle against a nightsky backdrop. I understand that black is slimming. Chocolate sometimes saves my life. Many a superhero relied solely on a black cape, suit or headdress. I get it. Still, bursting rainbows and skittle-splattered backdrops are just my thing. I'm a sunny person. This vibe does not ride without a certain amount of shine.

Lately, there's so much going on, I've begun to feel like my head has spun around sixteen times and ended up stuck in the wrong direction and I feel...a little disoriented. I have to shake myself up. Have to do some jumping jacks, orchestrate an impromptu dance party in my office or find an unsuspecting puppy to hug and smother, for a few. Truly, it's wonderful to be busy and it's nice to be so needed. Yes, I have more energy than the average bear...but heavens to mergatroid! Sometimes, this Queen needs a pick me up, and no amount of glittery, cuddling, puff-painted, so you think you can dance-ing will get me there. I have made a determination. I need to hire a cheerleader. No wait, better yet. I'm starting a pep squad. And I'm recruiting.

I don't know if you've checked out a cheerleading team lately. Perhaps you've failed to show up to any local sporting events and missed the chance to catch a glimpse. Picture this: bedazzled divas, pom-poming their way across a field, a floor or some open arena. Hair pulled back with ribbon, sneakers matching and bleach-n-glow white. Smiles for days, bellowing out chants and rants and enthusiasm and support! Stunting! Backflips, russians, pyramids, jumps, leaps, jazz hands! Athleticism like Tiger couldn't compete with. And all that energy, all the force of this entire creation is focused on letting everyone know: You can do it! You're not down! We know you've got the special sauce! You are the best! Numero Uno = You! Go! Go! Go! See these ribbons? I wore them for you! This triple backtuck? In your honor and your name! I am more than a chic with spunk! I believe in you!

I'm sorry, but I have to say it. Who doesn't need this? At least once a week, but really, why not once a day?

Seriously though, I mean it, the world is a whirling, wild place, these days. We're all on the move and we get where we're going so quickly. Finding time to fit it all in can be an exercise in organizing chaos theory. It's just not simple and, while we're all doing our best to be queens, genies, princesses, kings, princes, lords, dukes and the occassional Beyonce, it's reality: we all need to do our best to pep each other up from time to time and channel our inner cheer team captain.

So, not only am I looking for a cheerleader to keep on retainer, but I'm offering you my own services in return. I'm going to do my very best to urge you and revive you in the ways I know you deserve. If I sense you're looking a little pekid or punked out, I'm going to summon my latest, greatest chant and walking handstand. From time to time, I may need you to put on a sweater with your Vibe Queen's lettering and leap around me, squealing that you've got my back. Together, I believe we can rally even the most defeated team spirit. We aren't made of titanium and steel. We're made of something lovelier than that-the shared energy of a universe acquainted with darkness, yes, but always, continually blanketed by a rising sun.

I want you working on your splits and backhandsprings. I want you pumping your fists in the air with glee. I want you to know that together, we will share this motto: Go Team!