They’ve been released y’all! Happy summer tour 2015!
I may or may not have a slight obsession with the Dave Matthews Band. Hint: I do. I definitely do.
I really sat down and started listening to them my freshman year of college. I was floored. I had never been overcome by music like that.
I decided that summer was when I would finally attend a show. I bought tickets for Riverbend in Cincinnati, Ohio.
I took my cousin along with me and it has since become tradition.
That first show was quite a spiritual experience, no doubt. My mind was blown. The energy that they put into the show was unparalleled to anything I had ever witnessed.
At that same show, I realized what I wanted to do career wise, which is strange to think about now. I wanted to change my major to journalism with a concentration in music. My main interest is photojournalism. After seeing that performance I knew I wanted to capture images for those who couldn’t be there. I wanted my images to be able to bring the show to life and let the people who couldn’t attend, feel the energy through the photo.
Since visiting The Gorge, I have been obsessed with going to new venues. This year if the boys are at Red Rocks in Colorado, I’m definitely attending. I love the feeling of being in a new atmosphere with people who share the same passion as you do.
I’m looking forward to being able to travel to new places while seeing my favorite band do their thing. Adventures upon adventures.
Where you are is where I wanna be.
I want to tell you a story about your dog, Zoe. We found her cowering at the pound. She wasn’t barking like the other dogs. She was simply laying there, looking up at us. The tag said, “lab mix” and she was slated to be killed in a week. We fell for it, thinking we were buying a lab.
She is not a lab. She is a pit bull.
As Zoe grew, we came to realize the pound had lied. I was scared. I felt irresponsible for letting this type of dog into my home. All of the stereotypes, preconceptions and worries filled my mind. Should I take her back? What would people think of us?
She is the definition of disenfranchised. When first time guests visit we lock her in her cage, not because she is dangerous, but because of unspoken fears. She receives wary glances from strangers as…
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Why is it that we, as humans, obsess over being given love and affection from someone else?
Why do we put it as a priority above all else that comes into this world. Why do we search for acceptance from society? We pride ourselves on being independent individuals, but at what point will we truly be independent?
How far will we go until we are emotionally satisfied?
They say you have to love yourself before others can love you. Is this true? If so, what if we cannot find the inner strength to accept ourselves because we have been living under the scrutiny of our peers and we have been telling ourselves that we will never be good enough. If you tell yourself something for so long, you start to believe it. It starts to become fact.
Maybe we need to shed this idea that in order for someone to love us, we must first love ourselves.
Maybe we just need that ONE person to tell us that we are special.
Maybe we just need that ONE person to love us, maybe then we will start to look at ourselves differently, more positively.
Be that ONE person that someone is searching for to tell them that it’s OKAY.
It’s okay to be insecure sometimes, it’s okay to want to hide away.
Be that ONE person that will show someone that they don’t have to be afraid to show love and affection.
Life is short, don’t waste it by being the one person who puts someone down, who tells them that they will be alone if they can’t find the inner strength to love themselves.
Don’t be the one person who refuses to have sympathy and compassion for those unable to show the same feelings.
As we get older, we tend to see and experience more negative outlooks on life. Pass some positivity forward today and tell someone you love them. Tell someone that they are not alone.
No matter what path you’re on at the moment, your footprints are accompanied with others.
As you evaluate this you realize how love and affection are truly important. It is absolutely dire for someone to know that they are loved.
That they can go through this crazy roller coaster of a life knowing that no matter how deep the hills go, there is ONE person who will be waiting to bring them to the top and look back on those deep hills as something that they can grow from.
Be that ONE person.
I’ll be the first to admit that I have never been a spontaneous person. I love having my plans laid out a week in advance. BUT, last August I decided last minute to take a cross-country trip to Seattle, Washington. My favorite band, Dave Matthews Band, plays a three-day show in George, Washington every Labor Day Weekend.
I booked my first flight and boarded my first plane in Indianapolis. I was extremely nervous, but I knew that I wouldn’t regret it.
I landed in Seattle around 10 a.m. and eventually found my way out of SEA-TAC. Checked into my hotel and iced down some much needed beer.
I met up with my friends who were generous enough to give me a ride to the campsite.
The adventure had just begun.
If you have never witnessed the beauty that is “The Gorge” you are missing out. It is the most beautiful venue I have ever witnessed with my own two eyes.
I was in pit all three nights and camped with the most amazing people I have ever met.
It was truly three days of peace, love, and music. The band put on an amazing performance (as usual).
Like I said, I am usually one to make plans weeks in advance, but ever since taking this trip, I have become so spontaneous. Taking day trips to Tennessee to see a live band, making a trip to Chicago just because. Visiting Indianapolis just to try out a new bar.
Life is full of amazing opportunities and I now believe you should put yourself out there. Be spontaneous, be adventurous. Make memories that you can tell your grandchildren about. Make them want to see what you’ve seen.
And most importantly, love every damn second of it!
The beginning of a new year, for me, is always fresh and exciting. January 1st is page 1 of 365. Seeing that always makes me feel like, “hey, I have 365 whole days to make new memories and meet new people. 365 days to accomplish goals that I will soon be setting for myself along this crazy journey we call life.” I am always motivated to begin a new workout regime, to travel to new places. This year I have made it a point to be true to myself. Nothing more, nothing less. 2015 is the year where I won’t stress about working out everyday. I won’t stress about whether or not I am staying up entirely too late. I’m going to be HAPPY and enjoy every little thing that stumbles across my path. Life is short but sweet for certain. Just a few words I plan on living by this year and the many years to come. Happy new year to you all, may it bring you love, joy, and plenty of unforgettable moments.