I Let Him Crush My Dreams
Have you ever had your greatest fear physically manifest into a person? Letâs take it a step further, what if unbeknownst to you, you picked up and moved 500 miles closer to that person, only to run into them on a weekly basis?
I was 17 years old, sitting in front of what I thought to be, the gateway to my dreams. All of the things that I had dreamt about being; a singer, a songwriter, world-renownedâ seemed to be sitting in front of me holding my golden ticket. I was so immersed in the moment, starstruck really, that I didnât realize the facade- how far away I was from that reality. It was like a sick joke, a translucent wall that I smacked right into. Every artist is eccentric. Every artist has something different about them that separates them from all of the rest. Every artist believes or at least hopes deep down that they will have a chance at âmaking itâ. So when given the opportunity to present yourself to somebody who could, with a click of a button, get you into the biggest Nashville studio or in front of the label of your dreams, you rest every ounce of hope on it. Every ounce of the talent that your friends & family have convinced you that you have- teeters on that moment.
Within seconds of sitting down for a 1:1 meeting with this person, I was posed with a question:
âTell me about yourself.â
I was ecstatic. Yes! I can answer this. I am prepared. I am well rehearsed! I know EXACTLY what Iâm going to say! I mean who doesnât know me better than, me?!
I started in on my spiel I had prepared about what kind of music I was writing, the kind of artist I wanted to be & where I was from. Within seconds of my rambling I was cut off.
âNo. You donât know who you are. You have no clue, because if you did, you wouldnât be telling me what youâre about, youâd be proving it to me & telling me who you are, not what you are. Youâre not ready for this industry and honestly, unless you change, youâll probably never be. Okay? Great. Have a nice day & good luck!â
Mic drop. I WISH I was kidding or exaggerating, but Iâm not.
He motioned for me to get up so he could move on to the next artist behind me. I was shell shocked. Heartbroken. Furious. I went from feeling like I was on top of the world to feeling like I didnât belong in my own body.
For months I hated that man. He even encouraged one of my good friends from the same program and set up meeting after meeting with her, only to never show & kept her on his line until he disappeared into thin air. I didnât understand how somebody could be so cruel. Now, Iâm not an idiot. I know how the music industry works. Itâs freaking hard. Youâre up against everybody & their mother. Itâs cutthroat. You have seconds to prove your worth & one wrong move & youâre out. I get it. But I couldnât comprehend how a human could be so incredibly cruel. That was until I took a step back & realized the underlying meaning behind it all.
Last year I moved to Nashville to pursue music and to fulfill my dreams of being a singer/songwriter. I knew it was going to be hard, but I didnât know how hard. I had drive, ambition, contacts, everything I needed to be successful except for one thing: money. Nobody tells you this, but it takes A LOT of money to get started. My only logical option at the time was to start a business. At the time I thought that would be the best way for me to do co-writes during the day & play shows at night. That was until I actually started running a business and it became entirely time-consuming. Then I met the boy. Then I got engaged. Then I got married. Then a lot of life happened. Now Iâm here. Time FLEW & I never really got a chance to put my plan into action. I also experienced making quite a few friends in the industry who made me realize, maybe the traditional route wasnât what I wanted- but how would that really work?
Iâve only recently made the breakthrough that you can absolutely pursue more than one creative passion at at time- it just takes a hell of a lot of hustle. It takes knowing that youâre going to change & morph and you will never be the same person you were a year ago, or even 6 months ago! I took a photo of my old branding/music materials from last year and literally was astounded at the changes that have accumulated from the amount of life Iâve had thrown at me in the last year.
Today I sit in Starbucks, writing this out, with that same person, who told me that I would basically ânever make itâ sitting right behind me. I literally run into him all the time, itâs infuriating. It hurts. He doesnât even remember me or my face, but he will never know how much he stuck with me- like a bad tick. Every time I see him itâs a reminder of those words he cast onto me. The thoughts that Iâm constantly battling in an effort not to completely give up on the gifts that I believe God has given me. But I also take what he said with a grain of salt. Because looking back at who I was at 17, trying to make a name for myself- he was right, I had not a flipping CLUE of who I was as a person and especially as an artist. I used to rebel against people who told me I hadnât lived enough life to write good songs, but now I realize they were 1000% right. The songs I write now are so much better than the songs I wrote at 15,16,17. And I know that when I look back in 5 years, the songs I write at 25 will be a MILLION times better than the songs Iâm writing now.
This whole process takes time. It takes lifeâs battles. It takes shit hitting the fan to stretch and grow your heart, mind and soul. For me, it took feeling like I was losing everything to even start doing music again. Because of the words that were uttered out of that man's mouth, I stopped doing music for almost two years. Was that right? No. I should've never quit, but I did because my entire worth at the time was intertwined with my ability to write, perform and sing. As soon as I heard that I wasn't good enough, I didn't think I'd ever get good enough. Thankfully, a few important people came into my life less than two years later and showed me that my logic was very skewed and that if I didn't start doing what God had called me to do, I was going to live a miserable life.
They say the industry is cut throat and many have told me that the man in Chicago was probably just trying to show me that. But what I've taken away from that experience three years later is that yes, the industry is difficult, but there are many kind people within. There is a difference between being tough and realistic and prideful and mean. For those of you facing the industry, please don't work with anybody who is power hungry and trying to âdominateâ you with their opinion and don't attempt to be that way when you're in a position of power. There are good people in the industry and kind always wins at the end of the day.
With all of that being said, as a creative, taking hold of my talents & my creative inclinations, I am committing to trying. I am committing to doing this for me. I am committing to write songs not for a label or a publishing company, but simply because if I didnât write- I would implode. I have to sit in this mindset that my hard work will pay off how it's supposed to and let go of the âhowâ.
Rather than focusing on the map, I have to keep my head up. I have to keep working, learning, stretching, growing, writing, succeeding, failing & giving it my best effort. I havenât exactly found where I belong yet, but I know itâs going to be a beautiful ending to the song I am writing when I do. In all of this Iâve realized, I am the song I am writing. It will never truly be finished. I will always be tweaking things, putting it through rounds and rounds of production. It might never make it to the mastering process, but I know damn well Iâm going to try.
You will be told you can't do it.
You will be ridiculed, criticized, nit-picked and crushed at some point.
Please don't let their words hold any meaning for you.
Please don't allow your heart to be broken over someone else's opinion of you.
Please don't allow their words to dictate your life and decide who you're going to be and how.