MAY 2ND, 2017 | Life takes a step ahead of us sometimes and decides to leave no time in our calendars for hobbies. Written on April 10th, this has been sitting in my drafts file for a few weeks. But alas, I rediscovered it, and its original purpose has now been fulfilled.
APRIL 10TH, 2017 |I have 7 weeks left.
7 weeks until I leave for San Fransico to work on the festival. Until I move back to Tennessee. Until I leave the life I created here.
There are elements of life in New York I expected, changes I knew would come my way. This beckoning for what I thought I deserved. Then there is the realization, through insane circumstances for anyone living in this city.
Life is not predictable to the point we are comfortable to admit.
Sometimes the amount of change going on in my head is too much. A sip of wine after eating coffee for breakfast and a salad for lunch – too much too soon.
I need humility. Neither a strength nor a fault of mine, it is a term I’ve come to know. Humbled by experience and graced with a community of thinkers & do-ers, I don’t see my situation any different than other aspiring production kids my age.
At the end of a day, we’re all kids running around on-site, putting together a string of musical acts, finding our sense of ownership in a craft we fell for.
The small act, small or large, reminds us, while we’re collecting our own successes. It’s personal. It is ours. So, stay humble.
A few successes from a year with myself.
- I fell further in love with love. The kind you don’t find in another person.
- I experienced loss of immediate family. It sucked.
- Friendship comes in all shapes and forms.
- Emptying out the filing cabinet and sorting through your shit thoughts leaves room for growth. Sort it out. Find a way.
- Furthermore, I need to stop planning so much.
- Adult life, or the little I have started to experience, is not a walk in the park.
- I’m not done here, there is more work to be done.