Jazz Hands and I go back for quite some time. Way before my awareness of Jazz Hands even existed. It was right under my nose for years, more than a decade even but the influence was no doubt felt. Living in the shadow of Jazz Hands for so long has prepared me for this arduous task of not only displaying my own version of hand jazzing every single day for three hundred and sixty five days, but also to write about the long journey of Jazz Hands enlightenment and the many experiences, lessons and adventures that are an inevitable byproduct of said journey (we went over the laws of unintended consequences, right?).
I suppose that it is not quite accurate to say that I lived in the shadows of Jazz Hands. I basked in the glow of triumphant Jazz Hands, is more like it. I owe a debt of gratitude for the opportunity to absorb the hand jazziness for such a long period of time, for the gift of His jazzing hands I enjoy today and hope that I continue to be worthy of them for a long time to come.
And all this time I assumed He was more of a blues guy. A little rock n' roll, maybe.
Today's Jazz Hands were inspired and dedicated to my blue friend who has been hand jazzing me since 1999 without me realizing it.
Day fifty-eight complete.
I suppose that it is not quite accurate to say that I lived in the shadows of Jazz Hands. I basked in the glow of triumphant Jazz Hands, is more like it. I owe a debt of gratitude for the opportunity to absorb the hand jazziness for such a long period of time, for the gift of His jazzing hands I enjoy today and hope that I continue to be worthy of them for a long time to come.
And all this time I assumed He was more of a blues guy. A little rock n' roll, maybe.
Today's Jazz Hands were inspired and dedicated to my blue friend who has been hand jazzing me since 1999 without me realizing it.
Day fifty-eight complete.
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