Saturday, January 15, 2011

Being Country Never Felt So Good

Well folks, if I didn't believe it before I most certainly believe it now with all my heart that I want to be a country singer. Could you imagine? The thrill, the adrenaline, the escape of performing on stage in front of thousands of people. Your hair full, teased, curly at all times, a different pair of cowboy boots for each outfit change in your set. The boy off to stage right staring at you like you have some sort of power over him. If only I weren't so affected by my nerves. What a life huh?
Not long ago I had an obsession with the city of San Diego. I'm starting to learn something about myself, and that is how I have not traveled many places in my 22 years. I reckon it's time to venture down south to get a mouthful of what that's like. Way I see it, the second I was to step foot in Nashville I would instantly have a new favorite.
I should start taking my song writing seriously. It might be more simple than I make it out to be. Hey if Taylor Swift can do it, so can I. My southern accent needs a little tweaking, but I bet if I make some friends I will have it down in no time. So that just leaves the part where I sell my little Chevy for a big truck, I get myself a golden retriever, pack up my bags and hit the road. What's stoppin me right? I could get a waitressing job and make some tips on the side to support myself til the big bucks come in from my music. If I'm ever to do it, it has to be now. It has to. Carpe Diem!
I'm independent enough. Might be nice to get away from relationships for awhile. I suppose if I waited long enough, my country gentlemen would come around. My permanent dancing partner. For now being country strong on my own sounds pretty darn good. Blessing or a curse being independent in nature? Yeah, I'm still deciding too. Well this cowgirl is going to see the sunrise soon if I don't get some shut eye. All for now.
Love and Pipe Dreams

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