Ruminations from a 25-year-old.

Well, I’m happy. I act like 25 is scary but whatever. I don’t feel old but I feel less young. That’s not a bad thing. Things I know: - If you would have told me as a 12 or 17 or 20-year-old where I’d be, what I’d be doing, and the circles I have the privilege of being in now, I wouldn’t have believed it. And I would have secretly hoped it would be true anyway. - Stuff doesn’t freak me out much anymore. I spent a good deal of my life tied up in knots. It’s not worth it. People are people, stuff happens, you make your own way. - Wanting to impact the world in a positive way is not a naive, vague, youngish statement to make. Being optimistic is the new black...everyone’s doing it. - Wanting to be an artist/writer/musician is something that has been programmed into me, and I can trace it all the way back to conducting symphonies on the couch with a chop stick as a baton. - Yay chop sticks! As a 25-year-old, I plan to: - Make my first fully produced EP. - Get paperwork and legalities in line to officially form my business with Josh. Our record label will be handling its first release this year! - Be working full time in music, however that may be cobbled together. - Sit back and appreciate everything thus far and look forward to what is coming. In-the-moment checks are essential things. So, to check in with THIS moment...if you made it this far...thanks for reading the commentary on all these little bits of life. It means a lot. Now I’m going to bed. Party at the Irie Bean tomorrow night! Come on over.