The Plunge

I promised myself over and over that I would never partake in this blogging, xanga madness. Well, ladies and gents, I've caved in. Can't say there will be much substance here, but if you're looking for deep thoughts to intrigue your mind, personal contact is much better. So without further ado, my thoughts:

I just got back from the great city of Nashville, Tennessee. I was down there all weekend for the GMA Academy. Basically, I went to a bunch of seminars that taught me how to be a better musician/songwriter and what I need to do to "make it". The past three days have probably been the most beneficial in a long time. Driving 6 hours, staying the night in a motel, and attending seminars (all alone) really allowed me time to think. God taught me more in my moments of lonliness than I could've ever asked for. My life seems to have so much more direction now. I met some awesome people (producers, artists, A&R reps) and my CD got the exposure that it needed. I take comfort knowing that it's all in God's hands. I am merely the clay waiting to be molded. On the lighter side, chillaxin' in Nashville with some amazing friends (Jen, Tom, Angela, Bethany, and Matt) wasn't too shabby either. (Margaret, wish you could've been there, having fun in France? Wally says hey)

But reality is a very hard wall to hit and it came in the form of IWU. I love the school and everyone here, but part of my heart still lies in Nashville, where the music never dies and dreams can be found around every corner. Until we meet again...