Your Dreams Might Not Look Like You Thought They Would
I was really busy this past Saturday.
After only a few hours sleep (from driving Uber the night before), I got up, grabbed a few different wardrobes that I’d prepared the night before, and headed down town to the 12 South District to meet my band members for a day of photos, filming and fun!
And fun it certainly was!
As of this moment I still am sworn to secrecy regarding much of what is going on, but I do want to talk briefly about the experience. Particularly in that it just felt amazing to be hanging out with a group of people that I’ve been playing music with now for roughly a year, and to know that a major part of what makes our music together so special is that we genuinely like each other – we have a lot of fun, we care about each other and we communicate and interact like old friends.
It’s an amazing thing, really.
And I’m not going to lie – it was really great to be in front of a camera again, rather than behind it. I enjoyed that part a lot too!
But at the end of the 11-hour day, my feet and legs aching from walking God only knows how many miles in heeled boots (I think they might be 1-inch…), climbing hills and mugging for the camera, what I really walked away with was a sense that this is where I want to be; these are the people I want to be playing with; this is much the experience I’ve always wanted to have.
Even though I’m now 36. Even though I’m playing bass and not the lead singer.
Even though the whole thing doesn’t look exactly as I had imagined it.
All of that doesn’t mean that my dreams aren’t coming true, piece by piece. Indeed, in many ways, they are coming true. Sure, they may not look like I had pictured them, but I’ve grown to understand that one needs to keep one’s eyes peeled, ears perked and heart open.
Only then will you come to see that your dreams might be walking right toward you, despite the fact that they may come dressed in different clothes.