Goodness, I hate labels. But yet, I fight myself everyday trying to decide if I’m really what I think I am and if I deserve to be that. Tell me…when did it become mandatory to have a name for yourself? To know what you’d do with the rest of your life? If you have a plan, great. If you don’t? Still great. I’m talking to myself by the way. That’s all this is really. A reoccurring thought that goes back and forth in my head all day long, and before you know it I’m laying down in bed wearing mix-matched fuzzy socks and rewatching my favorite inspirational movie in hopes that I’ll wake up the next day with some magical self discovery.
The other day I popped out our old DVD player to see if it was still kickin’. One thing lead to another and I began watching “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”. (By the way, I highly recommend watching this movie if you haven’t already.) And you know what happened the next morning? I woke up cranky. I threw my hand around until I found my glasses that were special ordered because of the thickness of the lenses. I made myself a cup of Cafe Bustelo coffee and went on with my day, quite honestly until now, forgetting that I watched the movie the night before.
At least for today, I promised myself I would stop doubting my own story. I’ll continue to wear mix-matched fuzzy socks, thick-glasses, and sip my coffee as a musician amongst all of the other things that I am.
“To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other, and to feel. That is the purpose of life”- Walter Mitty