I Got My Mojo

On August 18, 2011, in Lifestyle, by Meghan

Pirating the Red Butte Garden concert in Salt Lake City (Meghan M. Hicks photo credit).

It is evening. A group of friends and I have conglomerated on the dried grass hill behind Red Butte Garden in Salt Lake City. The grass is sharp, making the Earth a bit cranky for lounging, but everything else is just right.

The day’s high temperature crested 90 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s 7pm now and a stiff wind blows the heat up, up, and into the thermals. We are left with a perfect temperature for tank tops and tee shirts.

The hill upon which we sit shimmies against the western flanks of the Wasatch Mountains. They arc 6,000 feet into the sky in a horizontal mile or two. This mountain view is awesome anytime, but it makes me want to cry right now. The range is backlit by the sunset to the color of a ripe peach.

The hill is a couple hundred feet above Salt Lake City proper, which makes an alright view by day. Once the sun ducks over to the other side of the planet, however, the city view becomes electric. Neon greens, red, yellows, and oranges crisscross in all directions across the land. In the far distance, the lights end abruptly where the city yields first to agriculture and then to the wild.

There is more. My company, our beer, the snacks on which we dine. A healthy body that can move fast and relatively far. The fact that my life as I now know it has been created by me. Knowledge that when I wake up tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, it’s still going to be my good life.

A quarter mile in front of us,  JJ Grey is opening for Johnny Lang on the stage. Call me out of touch (I came to hear Johnny’s raspy voice.), but I hadn’t heard of him till now. And he is talking to me.

Right here in the middle of a few thousand people. And the mountains. And the friends cheers-ing their beers. And the abating day’s heat. And the ripe-peach mountains. And the dried grass poking at my toes.

He says, “I got my mojo back. I lost it, got lost from it, maybe. But now I got it back.” He tells his story in short form: he forgot to take care of what was important, the people he loves, his creative spirit, and more. But not anymore.

I want to stand up and shout, “Me, too! Me, too!” Because one year ago, I didn’t have much mojo. Like him, I was lost from mine, too. Let it get away. (This post sums it up.)

On August 23rd of last year, my birthday, I promised myself to not lose anything else. To take back my life. And, I’ve done exactly that.

I want to stand up and tell JJ Grey and everyone else on this hill in Salt Lake City, “I got my mojo.”

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7 Responses to “I Got My Mojo”

  1. danni says:

    Yay Meghan I’m right there with you. Once I left Chicago, possibly somewhere around Glendive during sunrise, I got mine back. I’ll never forget the feeling. Happy birthday in advance!!!

  2. Paige says:

    Simply divine. I love Johnny Lang. Need to dust off his CDs and put those in my iTunes 🙂

  3. Gretchen says:

    I want to stand up and shout with you. For you! Getting on our own right path is hard, no doubt, and staying there a continual challenge. This post makes me so happy for you! Yay! Yay! Yay!

  4. JeffO says:

    Got any to spare? If I send a postage-paid box with self addressed return label, will you put any spare mojo into it you can scrape up?
    Question, though… How big is a mojo? (I want to make sure the box is the right size.)
    I guess raising my son hasn’t allowed me to wander in whatever direction I please – at least not physically relocating my base. But being a parent has it’s own valid rewards for the diversion. Still, I don’t feel I’m living the life I was meant to live.
    You and Bryon on the move into life is a very inspiring journey for the rest of us to watch. More moving than reality TV, I’m sure (but to be fair, I don’t watch TV.)

  5. Meghan says:

    Paige, Gretchen, Kelly, and JeffO, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

    JeffO, I think you have a lot of your own mojo. And, I would argue that you wander afar, so matter what pieces of life keep you attached to certain places/people. 🙂

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