This is the
first day of the rest of my life. Before today I was a musician; I traveled
around the country independently playing at churches, youth groups, camps and festivals…basically
anywhere that would allow me to bring the likes of ska/punk/alternative into
the venue. This was, as most of my musical endeavors have been, essentially
useless.
This is the first day of the rest of my life. Before today I was a hopeless dreamer. My mind reeled with ideas of grandeur: stadiums full of fans singing back words and melodies I had written, connecting with life-experience lyrics that expressed my deepest secrets…living the life that many an artist dreams of. This was, as most of my life-dreams have been, essentially useless.
This is the first day of the rest of my life. Before today I watched every intricately laid plan fail, every child-like hope falter and, ultimately, every dream die. In the calm that follows letting go, acceptance comes. And yet, even in this place, I find myself completely dissatisfied; unable to truly accept.
This is the first day of the rest of my life. Before today I was a hopeless dreamer. My mind reeled with ideas of grandeur: stadiums full of fans singing back words and melodies I had written, connecting with life-experience lyrics that expressed my deepest secrets…living the life that many an artist dreams of. This was, as most of my life-dreams have been, essentially useless.
This is the first day of the rest of my life. Before today I watched every intricately laid plan fail, every child-like hope falter and, ultimately, every dream die. In the calm that follows letting go, acceptance comes. And yet, even in this place, I find myself completely dissatisfied; unable to truly accept.
I am unwilling
to believe that I am past my musical prime. I do not yield to my common sense,
the voice of reason. Perhaps I am led by the movies and songs I grew up with,
to believe that ordinary people can do extraordinary things.
“You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low”
Now I realize this IS the first day of the rest of my life. Today I AM a musician. Today I AM a dreamer. Today I defy what may be true: My musical endeavors, useless; my life-dreams, useless; my musical prime, long gone…
“Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start”
I refuse to accept that I ought to give up chasing my musical dreams. I am not conceited, but I know that I have much to offer my potential listeners. Does this include you? I truly hope so! I cordially invite you to join me on this journey.
This is the first day of the rest of my life…
“You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low”
Now I realize this IS the first day of the rest of my life. Today I AM a musician. Today I AM a dreamer. Today I defy what may be true: My musical endeavors, useless; my life-dreams, useless; my musical prime, long gone…
“Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start”
I refuse to accept that I ought to give up chasing my musical dreams. I am not conceited, but I know that I have much to offer my potential listeners. Does this include you? I truly hope so! I cordially invite you to join me on this journey.
This is the first day of the rest of my life…
This is the first day of the rest of your life and you are not alone in your journey. Let's count our blessings. :)
ReplyDeleteLinda, I am proud to have you on-board for this adventure. Stay tuned for more to follow!
ReplyDelete~J.