Seeing Barbra Streisand Monday night is still washing over me. It is pretty surreal to sit in Madison Square Garden and hear that voice reverberating from the sound system.
I’ve been thinking about (and listening to) my favorite Streisand song, Don’t Rain On My Parade. It delights me beyond measure. What I’ve realized is that if you’re in a state of true emotional health, no one can rain on your parade. Interesting insight, I think. A nuance I hadn’t noticed before. And the song ends with that very declaration:
Get ready for me life, ’cause I’m a comer
I simply gotta march, my heart’s a drummer
No, nobody is gonna rain on my parade