I just got home from a wonderful evening. I had sushi with kate, drove around lost in downtown phx for about an hour, went to the phoenix contemporary design fair (vip thanks to tdhurst), and went to a small where local bands play and saw an amazing performance by a band that had a violin, cello, guitar, drums, french horn, sax, and accordion.
Let me just say now that my make up is off, my hair is up, and my bed is calling my name so I apologize NOW for any typos because I will not proof read this (:
I thought of a few things to write about on the ride home because it was such an interesting night and I met so many different people that if I could type everything that crossed my mind this would be a 20 page post, but I'll spare you. I just saw such great passion in everybody I hung out with tonight, designers, chefs, businessmen, artists, musicians, writers, etc. But I ended the night with some youngin's like myself and we were talking about crappy jobs or lack of jobs we have and what we see ourselves doing years from now. It was fun to be in the same struggling boat with the others for once. I really could go on about how this one man thought he had me all figured out because I was young and assumed the worst in me, but after talking he handed me a business card and said I was somebody worth knowing. That's always for the ego to hear and I was glad I turned his mentality of young people today around (I'll spare you on that chaos as well, but we did have a long discussion at the table later on)
I just wonder, what am I chasing? Broke musicians bus tables to cover the bills while they chase after their dreams to play on stage, artists bartend so they can make enough in tips so they can buy more supplies the list goes on and on of people doing whatever it takes to make their dreams happen. What am I doing?
I'm broke as can be, working on a degree that I want so badly, but am I really fighting for it?
I think I am, but my mind is a mess of questions that I can't answer so I'll leave you with my favorite quote of all time. It's meg ryan in the blockbuster award winning all time classic...you've got mail
(my 2nd favorite movie of all time)
Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So goodnight, dear void.
goodnight dear void
-c
-c
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