Whew. Another summer done. I don’t know about you (I’m not asking), but it’s my least favorite season. Between the mosquito bites and humidity, I’m not sure which is more uncomfortable. And that’s not even factoring in the slew of Facebook wedding photos that serve as a constant reminder of the life I’m not living.
Fall has always been my favorite. September is magical. It also happens to be the month I was born. (You’re welcome world) So while I won’t be posting engagement photos or baby portraits, I’m turning 26 on the 26th — so 26 selfies are probably in order. (Again, you’re welcome world) It’s a time to celebrate not just my birth, but all the choices I’ve made in the last 25 years. To reflect on what I have and what I still want — and what I hope for in the next year of my life.
As an early birthday present, I went to Madison Square Garden for a Billy Joel concert. (Still doing the paperwork that offers my first born in return) My love for this man and his talent runs deep. His career reach baffles and inspires me. The concert was over way too fast, and I left the Garden with a smile on my face and a beer buzz in my blood. Billy was great, I expected that. What I did not expect was Gavin Degraw as an opening act and to feel so affected by him.
Gavin Degraw is a huge part of my high school experience. My sister and I would listen to his “Chariot-Stripped” album every morning on the way to school, (WaWa coffee in hand.) Those easy melodies and poignant lyrics were all a 16 year old girl needed besides a crush and a callback for the Spring Musical. So when Gavin took the stage Wednesday night, all those amazing memories flooded back.
And he was Working It. The energy and passion he was giving the audience was huge. Even though most of the stadium was 30 years my senior, he was singing to every single one of us. Maybe an artist is always humbled while playing in the Garden, but his excitement was obvious and infectious. It immediately made me crave the stage.
There is no better feeling than sharing what you love with an audience. It’s why I’m a performer. While I don’t get to perform for a live audience at the moment, I know that my contribution to Red Eye reaches thousands. And if for just one moment I can help a viewer forget about their stressful day, encourage them to think differently, or simply make them laugh, then I have done my job.
While some people are happy enough going to concerts, others need to headline them.
While some people want a house in the burbs, others need the buzzing city.
While some people marry their partners at 26, others commit to their dream careers.
So while my Fall, and my 26th year may not be spent like most of my peers, I’m ok with that. Because I have time, an audience, and 26 candles to wish on.