It’s 10:41 p.m.
I’m at a concert in a venue roughly 45 minutes from home. A sold-out concert. My other half has texted to inform me the water is off for some reason and there are “loud noises coming from the hallway.” I’m at a table against a back wall, not even able to see the band for the rows of people four deep crowding the balcony. I’m reading an eBook.
And I’m smiling.
This is the first time in almost two weeks that I’ve got more than two waking hours without touching the computer (writing from my iPhone is glorious). The band is amazing (this is my fourth time seeing them with my sister), and they have great energy. Can you imagine something being mellow and high energy at the same time? Cause they are.
And yeah, I’m tucked in a corner but that’s exactly where I wanna be. I’m not getting shoved, no one is dumping a drink or sweating on me. I’m getting to enjoy the music in my bubble.
That eBook I’m reading? Is rocking my core. I couldn’t love it more. If you get the chance, check out Pace Smith’s “The 11 Most Dangerous Myths about Finding Your Path”, cause that little tug at your heart strings is not meant to be ignored.
Sometimes, zen doesn’t have to be about out-and-out mischief or misbehavior. Sometimes that misbehavior is staying out late to go to a show with your sister for her birthday, when you know that early-to-bed-early-to-rise crap should be important to you.
(Btw, f*** that. You wanna stay up late, you rock that ish. Just own it later when you feel like a giant punched you in the head.)
Sometimes peace is found in a crowded club when the music is invading your head and creating your own world.
And sometimes, it’s none of those and you have no idea if you’re ever going to find it again.
Just stick with it, rockstar. Find your mischief. Find your zen. Do it in a day, a week, or a lifetime. I don’t give a damn what the timeline looks like. I’m not your boss, and this isn’t a work project for some faceless customer. This is your life, and your sanity, and you’re the customer and the developer and the project manager and the CEO and God and your own damn universe. Be a chipped yellow star on a club table. But be the damn star.
Just do it.
And now, it’s 11:12, our water is back on, and I’m going to rock out with my sister cause I can.