At 15,000 feet somewhere over the Ohio Valley I snapped.
When the plane finally landed in Pittsburgh I walked up to the counter and told the flight attendant I had an emergency and I had to get back on that plane and go home.
She found me a seat and I re-boarded the plane.
The emergency?!?…..My life sucked!!
I was 26 and I wasn’t happy, I wasn’t living up to my potential, I knew damn well I wasn’t on my path.
I remember hearing Wayne Dyer say, “Don’t die with your music still in you.”
Those words repeated themselves over and over in my head as I flew home. I realized I was living up to everyone else’s standards. I was fulfilling the dreams I was told I should have as a little girl (prince charming, glamourous job, money, houses, cars, vacations.)
On that fateful flight home I wrote the following words in my journal…..”I don’t even know what my music is – how in the hell am I going to start playing it?”
Then I wrote, “Well, I KNOW this life I’m living isn’t my music so I guess first things first….get rid of it.”
So it did just that. I got rid of my life.
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