Weak in the knees…..


You know you are having a good day when something you love can just make you weak in the knees.

Last night I went back to the fall session of women’s chorus. They always ask you to fill out a form even if you are a returning member and tell them “WHY YOU SING…It’s a cheap way to come up with marketing material and sound bites. For the record…. I have never filled in the blank. But driving home last night it dawned on me “why I sing”.

There is a magical moment when you think you can’t move and your knees feel like they will give way any moment. You can’t catch your breath and you are afraid to leave that moment – that space. THAT is why I sing. That momentary rush of adrenaline and euphoria.

The more I thought about it the more things I realized made me weak in the knees.

So here is my list :

A standing ovation in a full concert hall when you KNOW you just nailed it!

Frankie B. Mandola’s Pineapple-Macodamia Nut Bread Pudding with Jack Daniels Sauce. OMG!

The National Anthem at Rodeo Houston

Hitting a MAX PAYOUT on a WHEEL OF FORTUNE slot machine!

Stepping onto dry land after a day on the water.

The perfect kiss…and yes, they DO exist!!!!!!


You can find great moments all around you if you are willing to see them. If you look for chaos you will find it. Look for the “weak knee” moments. They are WAY better.

I love each and every one of you


Copyright 2011 Juliana Wathen











6 comments on “Weak in the knees…..”

  1. I hear there are things that make you go weak in the knees. Butterfleis in your stomach. Make you see stars and oh i am a true believer in the pefect KISS…Kiss is one of my very favorite things to do….SO KISS THIS….Love you J….


  2. My short list-

    Watching my children sleep

    The breeze blowing through the windows of my treetop bedroom in the fall w/the the sound of a train passing in the distance. (reminds of my Grandma’s house in Alabama with the window fan blowing on me and the train blowing its whistle as it passed in the night)

    Going back somewhere that I have not been in years ands realizing that what happened there is why I am where I am today.


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