Life becomes more of a reality check with each passing year. We fall in love and fall out of touch. We question decisions past and worry about the ones to come. Where are we going becomes more important than where came from. In this time of the twenty-somethings and thirty-odds, we are constantly (and hopefully) on an uphill battle towards our goals.
The philosophy of building a career is something I could talk about for ages. The ideas that come from my friends about life as an artist or life as a business or life in a suit or life in limbo life lifelifelife.etc.etc…. always surprises me. Women I always thought to be hard-headed entrepreneurs in the making, divulge how much they can’t wait to settle down and decorate their homes and future children. Men also confide the same intentions, in a different description of course. Still, the same emotions always rise, regardless of gender.
These times are ‘the-make-it-or-break-it’ ‘s. The ‘travel-now-or-you’ll-regret-it-later’ ‘s. It’s when the fear of failure isn’t years away but in the shadow of tomorrow.
I hope that for whatever path it is that you are choosing, dear reader, that it is one that makes you feel, at least once a week (let’s not get greedy, every job is stressful at the end of the day), but yes, at least once a week, you say:
I Have The Best Job In The World.
Now that festival season is about to begin, and an adventure to California and Vancouver is also in the works, I can’t wait to see what else music in North America has to offer. I can only hope that these parts are as hospitable as Toronto has been to me. Without PinkMafia (Thank you Anna), BlogTO (Thank you Tim, Brigitte), The Take Media, (Thank you Genny), Sticky Magazine (Thank you Pete), Audio Blood Media (Thank you Sari), and the one that started it all, Bring Back the Boom Box (Thank you Diego, Kieran). I felt I had to really say thank you to everyone who really helped be able to say: I Really Do Have The Best Job In The World.