Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by this commitment of mine to live a creative life. Sometimes I miss the security of a steady paycheck. Sometimes I feel discouraged by the gatekeepers. Sometimes I am afraid that I will fail, and sometimes I do…
I experienced a big failure this week. A door that I wanted to walk through closed in my face. I lost a songwriting contest. But as the door swung shut, I got a good and unexpected look at what was behind it, and I realized that winning or losing was not a real reflection of my songwriting ability.
Yes, it was a disappointment. It hurt my feelings, but this one just wasn’t mine for winning. Now, I have other doors to open, so with some disappointment, I move on to the next thing…
On July 20th, I will be opening for Steve Forbert. That feels like a great big open door! I just mailed my signed contract to the promoter with gratitude and a smile. Satisfaction and hope are good companions for those pesky fears and failures.
Coincidentally, two days after learning that I lost the contest, a stranger went out of his way to tell me how much he loved Boy Store, the song I had submitted. He made me smile! He highlighted for me that music, like all art, is subjective. I just need to focus on finding the people I resonate with.
Every closed door points me in the right direction.
I experienced a big failure this week. A door that I wanted to walk through closed in my face. I lost a songwriting contest. But as the door swung shut, I got a good and unexpected look at what was behind it, and I realized that winning or losing was not a real reflection of my songwriting ability.
Yes, it was a disappointment. It hurt my feelings, but this one just wasn’t mine for winning. Now, I have other doors to open, so with some disappointment, I move on to the next thing…
On July 20th, I will be opening for Steve Forbert. That feels like a great big open door! I just mailed my signed contract to the promoter with gratitude and a smile. Satisfaction and hope are good companions for those pesky fears and failures.
Coincidentally, two days after learning that I lost the contest, a stranger went out of his way to tell me how much he loved Boy Store, the song I had submitted. He made me smile! He highlighted for me that music, like all art, is subjective. I just need to focus on finding the people I resonate with.
Every closed door points me in the right direction.