Last month, I had a job opportunity for a great position I'd interviewed for back in January. At the time of my initial interview, I was feeling ready to pursue full-time employment on a career track, but between January and April, quite a bit had changed for me. With the music video release as my top priority during that time, I was able to line up a ton of press coverage, more than I'd had in years. A lot of people were reaching out to me for performances and I was also filing my taxes and saying to myself : "Alright now- its time I put on my big kid pants with music and started saving receipts for music related expenses etc." I felt charged up and ready for action, on the cusp of a new chapter in my life's story. The job reached out to me again literally the day before we released the video online. At first, there didn't seem to be a question. Job=security=benefits=consistency= YES PLEASE. Then, the video came out. In a single day, I got dozens of personal messages from people telling me how touched they were by the video, how they cried , laughed, missed home or felt proud of Norfolk. I watched as hundreds of people shared my video and said kind things about it, about me. I was floored and literally moved to tears by the sweetness of everybody. It felt like the universe affirming that yes, I should make more things that let people feel good things! Even still, my heart was torn between stability and chance, working for someone else vs. working for myself.
It finally came time for the followup meeting about the job, and as fate had it, I got there late. Already a strike against me. My potential employers inquired about my professionalism (understandably), and whether I could meet the demands of the job. I guess I'd walked in unconvinced, and they met me with the same uncertainty. Even so, I kept my chin up, stayed focused on the goal at hand, and left with my head still spinning. On my way home, I wrote a poem for the first time in probably a year. Here's what I wrote.
My hand was hard against the wheel
I pulled and nothing moved
A click, but no relief
A pressure, but no release
A gull flew by so silent
That I almost missed it
But its wing span painted a shadow dash
Across my brow
And suddenly a choice came
A bell tolled somewhere far away
and I noticed
A boat passed by
A cloud formed
An egret called out to no one
and there I was...
Adrift on the river I was made for
Coasting easy in the breeze
Alight in the unknowing ripples
I told the wind my story that morning
and knew where I was bound
I figured I'd still gave myself a night to sleep on things, but the next day I went ahead and made my decision.
I choose music.
One hundred and ten percent. With that choice, I am taking my work more seriously and building my life around a new timeline and perspective of it. I realize that this may not be forever. I realize that there may come a day when I want to change direction or pursue some other goal. For now, though, my way is clear. This route is never going to be a simple one. It comes with a different level of responsibility, diligence and integrity that few on-lookers will ever truly catch. But I'm up for the task at hand! Bring on the challenges and I shall rise to meet them with raptor talons and a heart of love.
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