i went to a concert last night, of a girl i knew in high school. it was a great time, and reminded me how much i miss going to shows. somewhere between 16 and 17, i spent my friday nights at shows, and got lost in the moment as someone else shared a piece of their soul with 200 other people. some things are the same: a new outfit, getting dressed up in a quasi-rocker look, black eyeliner, skinny boys on stage singing their teenage hearts out, the feeling you get when you connect with a room full of people. some things have changed: instead of a group of girlfriends, i was with one person, my husband. i no longer feel a rush when i drink a beer at a concert, nor do i feel anxious as the night comes to a close (because really, after curfews ended, the fun of 1am doesn't quite get you as high as it used to). it was a great night because it was different, and because it felt-a little- like i was 16 again. young, the world in front of me.
it was also a little sad, because it made me want to pursue a dream like that...
i recently read 'outliers' by malcolm gladwell (see: blink, the tipping point- all are great), about how some people live as outliers- outside the crowd, the clutter. everyone from bill gates to mozart to the beatles. it was fascinating to read a discussion on how people receive advantages and opportunities (ex: you have an incredibly better chance of becoming a professional hockey/baseball/soccer player if you were born in certain months, depending on the age cut-offs in the pee-wee leagues), as well as the amount of practice time/passion one must dedicate to their craft. i guess it doesn't hurt to be pretty, either. (had to throw that in there). so what are you passionate about? and what opportunities have come your way?
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