I get this question a lot:
How do you write music?
I understand the need to know something you don't know. We're innately curious so this question makes a lot of sense. I get the same feeling when I see someone dance, or study economics, or walk and drink water at the same time. So I'm sharing my advice for writing music. Giving up my trade secrets.
Let's start with the basics. Learn some music theory, it makes your life infinitely easier. You understand how chords and notes fit together, you have a better understanding of how to manipulate music to make it sound even slightly different from the four chord progression that makes up every pop song. (This rule has changed slightly over time as rap and hip-hop become more mainstream, but similar rules apply to that genre).
Learn an instrument. With technology nowadays this isn't a necessary step, but having an instrument to fiddle around on is worth your time. That's why I learned to play guitar, to write music. Cheap guitars are all over the place and YouTube makes learning to play guitar too easy. You can really find anything on YouTube, from unclogging a toilet to Twitch streamers.
And this is where things get complicated. There is no formula for writing music. Some of my songs I've written in 15 minutes. I have a feeling or an idea that I want to express and within minutes I've got it expressed in the way it's in my head, this happened with Cheers. I had this raw, unfiltered feeling that I needed to explain to myself, and I feel like that comes across in the song. I didn't want Cheers to be put together and proper. That wouldn't have been authentic to the experience it was about.
On the other hand, some of my songs are long crafted metaphors. They get written and re-written as time goes on. Sometimes I haven't said things in the way I want to say, sometimes the story changes and I need to rewrite what happened. (This doesn't happen that often though, usually I'll write a new song, because I don't always feel comfortable changing songs because I feel like I need to honour the feelings I had at that time.) Some songs, like Crows, take more time to think about. I need to make the pieces fit, and tell the story in a way that honours the people the story is about. Am I Safe Here? went through multiple rewrites before I was happy with the final product. Moreover, sometimes I'll write a song, come back to it in a few months and take a verse or a chorus from that song, scrap the rest and write a new song.
And what about the music you ask? While sometimes the guitar comes first, sometimes the words come first. Sometimes I'm in the shower and I come up with a chorus and before I know, I soaking wet in my towel, sitting on my bed with my guitar and writing down a song in scrawling handwriting. There is no technique to how I put it together, unfortunately that trade secret is no secret.
Finally, like anything else, practice. I write lots of music that is purely therapeutic that nobody should ever hear. I write lots of music that just isn't that great. The first song I ever remember writing was when I was 8 years old. I didn't understand that structure of songs so it was just more like a tangential paragraph than a song. I've been writing and refining for years. Writing is a skill, same with singing, playing guitar, and anything else in this world.
If you want to start writing music, just rip off the band-aid and go for it. If you want to do it just for you, to share with other people. I write music because I need to get things off my mind, it just happens that other people seem to enjoy the things I write, so I share it with them. Hope this was a helpful insight into my creative process, and I hope you are all having a good reading break (for my university friends, the rest of you...well have doing whatever you're doing).
From me, with love, to you,
P.S. If you haven't had a chance to check out my new song yet, Steady, I've linked to it down below. Also, I got Twitter so you all can hear my random day to day thoughts.
So love birds, another Valentine's Day is upon us.
And if we're being honest, I wasn't really sure where I was going with this post when I started it. I wanted to comment on this love-fest of a holiday, but the "I hate Valentine's Day attitude" and "hallmark holiday" shtick have been written into the ground. Moreover, when single people say that they're happy being single, it never sounds genuine. Like if I say "oh I'm actually really happy right now being on my own" 9/10 people picture me with a pint of Ben and Jerry's, glass of red wine and a cat. Well WRONG, I don't have a cat...and now I'm really craving Ben and Jerry's.
Valentine's Day is so played out, there is nothing new I can say about it. There is no epiphany I can have that you will not find somewhere else on the internet. Is it because I'm not that intelligent? Possibly. Is it because I've had a fever for four days and my body constitution is 70% chicken noodle soup? More likely. But here we go, I'm talking about love anyways. Because it's February 14th and I'm too committed to this to back out now (**cracks knuckles**).
So courtesy of my friends and family, I'm going to share the worst relationship advice I have ever received. I will not call them out because I am not a bitch, but they know who they are.
1) "He's doing [insert action] because he likes you"
I hear this said to me and others ALL THE DAMN TIME. This is a lie that is well illustrated in He's Just Not That Into You. It's unfair to assume that everything a guy does is to get in your pants. Maybe he paid for your coffee because you looked like a tired piece of trash, not because he thinks your cute. Maybe he asked you to come to the party because he thought you'd bring your sister, the girl he is actually into (Side note: If you think that's too specific to be a made up example, you're right. This has actually happened to me). Maybe he booty-called you because he's drunk... sorry let me correct myself: he definitely booty-called you because he's drunk. My point is there is a list of 300 reasons someone might do something, only 1 of which being "he likes you". Do the math.
2) "He texted you 20 minutes later, so you have to wait at least 10 minutes"
Who has the time in their life to do this kind of math every time you want to send a text to a guy. And serious question: do guys do this shit too? Is it just girls? Dear God I hope so. If I see a text and don't respond right away, I am nearly guaranteed never responding to that text. This has led to my mom calling me asking "why haven't you responded to my text" at least 7 times in 2019. He sent you a text because he wants you to respond, so respond. I have a lot of thoughts on "texting etiquette" and I'm not going to get into it but basically, respond when you want to respond. I doubt he's looking at the time stamps.
And the worst advice I have received, regarding boys, in my 20 years on this earth *drum roll*:
3) "Just wait for him to make a move"
Oh, surprise surprise, you have no good answer. Girls complain about being single but won't ask out the boys that they have crushes on I DON'T UNDERSTAND. It's so unfair to expect guys to make the first move but be too afraid to do it yourself. Also, isn't it better to just rip the band-aid off, ask and get your answer? Do you know how much time I would have saved in my life if I stopped waiting around for guys and just got my answers when I wanted them? Ladies, just ask your man out, we do it on Bumble, do it in real life.
So that's the worst advice I've ever received. And maybe in certain situations and for certain people that advice is actually very necessary. As well, I'm not saying that there isn't a game that needs to be played when it comes to flirting and getting involved with people, but there is also something to be said about being honest with yourself and others about what you want.
So Happy Valentine's Day friends. I hope you get out of today what you want, a bubble bath, a nice dinner, a movie night or just getting off your feet for a couple hours before the next day begins. As for me? I'll be riding out the last of my bronchitis (maybe I'll tell that story later), at home, in bed, rewatching The Office. And remember: chocolate goes on sale tomorrow.
From me, with love, to you,
I recognize that nothing I say here will be new. But there are few unique insights into university student life so I will do my best (at least) to make this interesting.
You know when you're little? And you want to carry 30 things, but you have these tiny hands, and LORD knows you're not taking more than one trip (we're just prepping for when we have to take the groceries in from the car). So what do you do? You make a pocket out of your shirt and start placing all your toys in there. You're a damn genius right? RIGHT?! Wrong. Your mom is upset that your shirt is all stretched out, and as you're using one hand to hold up your shirt pocket, your second hand is trying to fit everything in there. And when you bend down to pick something up you drop one stuffed toy or doll or action figure. That's just not happening. This is university.
Every university student is a toddler trying to carry everything in their shirt. Or at least it feels like it sometimes. We keep piling things on. It starts with classes. Right now I'm taking 5. For three years now I've taken 5 or 6 classes every term which is a pretty dense course load (sit down engineering students, we get it). So five classes, and in sciences that means 10 midterms. If a term is only 13 weeks and count three at the beginning and three at the end that should be "midterm empty", that's about seven weeks for all 10 midterms. Not including assignments, papers or other wonderful bullshit that may rear its head throughout the term.
Of course, I want to blow off some steam after a long day of classes, so I start going to bars. Wednesdays, Fridays, Saturdays - not all three every week, I have a liver - are bar nights. I grab a group of friends and shed some sorrows with a gin and tonic, the drink of champions. But here is problem #2: bars are expensive (all of Vancouver is expensive, that's its own problem). Even if it's just coffee with your friends, Starbucks is eating my money left, right and centre.
So it's time for me to get a job to replace the money I'm spending doing fun things. I try to pick up as many shifts as possible, but I'm still supposed to be studying because it's my friend's birthday on Friday and I have two midterms next week and a paper due Friday afternoon so I haven't got the chance to study yet.
All of this means you spend a lot of time sitting down, sitting at work, sitting in class and sitting in the library. So you try to get up to Whistler maybe once in a while, go for a walk there, and a yoga class here. Just to make sure you don't have a heart palpitation at 24 and make it to graduation. (Let's be honest, this is usually last priority).
And then you have things that you just like to do. I'm in a sorority, so we have chapter meeting and mandatory events. It's not that big a hassle, because I get to hang out with my friends. But it still steals a little bit of time out of my day.
So now, along with eating, sleeping and fitting in a shower now and again, I'm studying, being social, working, attempting to work out and going to sorority stuff. But I'm also writing music, booking shows and managing social media (and writing this post). So what do I do? I make a shirt pocket, a quick fix. I cut back on sleep this week. But when I empty my shirt out, it's stretched out and looks pretty garbage. And as I was stacking things up in my shirt I didn't realize that I dropped something trying to pick something up (I dropped "exercise", it's always exercise).
Being in university is 4 years of "quick-fixes". Not always intelligent or helpful at all. We all try to fit all this stuff into our life-"shirt pocket". Stacking the resume, making the best of being young, but my lord we need more than 24hrs in a day. And this is just my schedule. I have friends who have taken on more than I have or reallocated space in their lives in ways that I've chosen not to. Take 3 classes and get a 2nd job. Don't be social and get better grades, but feel like garbage because you're locked in a library.
Being a university student is super fun, but it's also super stressful. So if you have a university student in your life, give them a hug. Grab them a coffee (they need it). Tell them that they're doing well. They could stand to hear it every once in a while.
From me, with love, to you,
I would like to begin with one thing:
I'm not sharing this post for pity, for sympathy, for any of the above. I don't like those things. I'm sharing this, my story, in hope that anyone will read this and find strength in it. Find the will to reach out and get the help they need.
My story begins a long time ago. I've been in and out of war with my mental health, but I'm going to talk about my first year of university. I moved across the country when I was 17 to attend the University of British Columbia, leaving my friends, family and boyfriend (of the time) on the east coast. And it was hell on earth.
I was consumed with the people I left behind, regretting my decision day in and day out. All this resentment made me inhospitable and a nightmare to make friends with. So now I'm out west, by myself, with no friends. No one to check in on me if I didn't leave my dorm room, no one to ask me if I was okay, no one to check if I was eating. So I simply fell apart.
By the middle of my first term of first year I couldn't attend classes, if I did I had to sit in a single spot in the lecture hall and should that seat be taken I had to go home to my dorm because I could feel the panic setting in. Should a class be cancelled or an plan changed I was so anxious, I wasn't able to do anything for the rest of the day. I walked out of exams halfway through because I couldn't read all the words. And at Christmas I had zero intention of going back to school. I was out for the count.
But I went back, back to the rain and the studying and the long hours. Back to lying awake at night, running through all the scenarios of what could go wrong, what had gone wrong and what will go wrong. I would call my boyfriend screaming bloody murder, because the anxiety caused so much pain in my chest I thought I was dying.
I had to return to Toronto for half a week in my second term. Upon going home I was diagnosed with a series of illnesses, one of which being social anxiety disorder. Social anxiety means a variety of things. Always being that tad bit quirky and awkward hasn't helped either. It means every relationship I have, romantic, platonic, passing or lasting, is a struggle. I ruminate on tiny details; if I speak and someone laughs in the back of the room I know it's about me. If I'm in a crowded place I feel like someone is going to hurt me. Social anxiety leads to a fear and paranoia of social situations. I live with social anxiety disorder.
But I was diagnosed. Getting diagnosed was my first step out of the hole. All at once everything and nothing changed. Everything made sense. For so long I felt so broken, with no way to describe, validate or get help for the way I was feeling. But my diagnosis helped me to understand what was going on, and gave those around me a way to understand what I was going through.
But what about now you ask? What do I look like now? I still live with it. Having it go away completely is possible, not guaranteed, and recurrent episodes are things I keep my eye out for. But I live with it.
And that's what I want to emphasize. I live with it. I take steps in my day to day life to manage panic attacks and anxiety episodes. Baking cookies, playing guitar, and going for walks all keep me grounded in the whirl wind that is my mental health. I live in a world where I am open to share my story, where I am supported by my loved ones and celebrated for my strengths. I know my limits, I'm proactive about my mental health and I know when I can't fight the beast. But I live with it, not against it, not in spite of it.
I'm sharing my story in hope that one single person will see this and know that the "light" that everyone talks about, "standing in the sun", "the end of the tunnel", "cloud nine" all that cheesy bullshit is true. All the myths about getting stronger and learning more about yourself: IT'S TRUE. I have watched so many around me fall in the war against mental health and their losses are weights we carry with us. But mental health is a fight you can win. A relapse is just a relapse, a rough day is just a rough day. I'm not saying that everyday with mental health is hard, but not every day is easy.
So if you're reading this, please, reach out. Even if to a stranger. I did and it changed everything. Reach out to a professional, a support group, a superior, a family member or a friend. If you see someone struggling reach out for them. Remember that you are not your mental health. You live alongside it, but in no way does it define you. You are not broken, you are not wrong, you are just lost. Find the things that make you happy and do them! Run in the rain and walk on the beach and listen to music so loud you feel the walls shake. Do all the horribly movie-moment things that make you smile. Do them for the people who can't and do them for yourselves.
I want to thank everyone who read this post, everyone who supports me on a day to day basis. I want to thank my mama for being a rock. My dad for taking this on with an open mind. My sisters for being the kind of amazing I'm not even able to verbalize. My best friend for teaching me what it's like to lose and love and survive the things that break us.
I've linked resources below for support for a variety of causes. If you found solace in this please share it with your friends or post about your story. Love yourself, love others and be happy.
From me, with love, to you,
So what's the game plan for the next little bit? Good question!
I'm so excited to be getting back to shows for the next couple weeks. I'll be back, out and about, doing what I love most. So let's get started:
Thursday January 24th - I'll be at The Roxy Cabaret for their acoustic night. I'll be playing alongside some amazing artists, Sincerely Craig and Lolai. I'll be on at 8:30pm and I'll be playing the music that I've been teasing for the last little bit.
Thursday February 7th - I'll be at the Railway. I don't have an exact time for this yet, because it's still a couple weeks out. I will (again) be playing with some amazing artists: Chris Sol, Emma Alves and Ria Jade.
So if you're interested in seeing me live those are the two places to catch me in the next little bit!
From me, with love, to you,
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, SOOOOOOOOOOO....
Has anyone seen my new Instagram post? Which post you ask? This post ^^
So, like I said, I'm releasing new music. But I've been getting a couple questions about why and how I'm doing it so I thought I'd go into a bit more depth about what's going on.
When I released The Blue Book Project, it was supposed to be more of a "last hurrah" rather than a stepping stone to where I am now. I truly intended it to be the last thing I did in music before I took up a career sitting in a lab looking at neurons. But, as we all know, that didn't happen. I continued with music because it makes me happy; happy in a way that academics can't. I write, play and sing because I'm over the moon about it.
Finishing The Blue Book Project was one of the most amazing things that happened to me, but it also took everything I have. I wrote and produced the whole thing as well as played a ton of the instrumental and - frankly - invested a lot of money in it. I originally had thought about releasing a new EP over the summer but I wasn't interested on taking on this project solo. I've learned that I'm not a great producer and I needed someone who saw my passion and my ideas and executed them. But after searching and reaching out I couldn't find a producer that I was in love with...well I couldn't find a producer that I'm in love with that I would be able to afford.
I'm still in school. I'm still studying and writing exams and pulling all-nighters trying merely to pass. I'm still eating plain pasta for dinner at least once a week because I didn't have time to go grocery shopping. I barely fit in time to sleep and shower, let alone spend hours in a studio. Don't get me wrong, I'd rather spend time in a studio, but my education is still something I really value and need to see it through. And like most students, I'm not financially in the place I need to be to make such a large investment like producing a new album.
On the other hand, I'm writing so much new music. Music that is more mature, more powerful and music that I'm so excited to share. Social media-wise, I'm in a place where my posts are reaching people outside of my immediate circle and I'm truly getting to share my content. I've been posting bits and pieces of music on my stories and it is being so well received. I want to share this music I've been writing but I don't have the means to do it...
So I've decided to move forward anyway and post new music on social media. I understand that this is a change of pace from The Blue Book Project, but it gives me the space to post songs that I'm proud of while still giving me piece of mind. It's through all the amazing support I've been getting that this is even an option, and I appreciate all of the love that has been sent my way. There are two videos that will be coming out in the next couple weeks and I'm restless waiting to share them. I hope you love them as much as I do. Until then, remember to subscribe, follow and like all my media pages to know and keep up with what's going on. (P.S. if you have a Gmail account, you can subscribe to channels on YouTube)
From me, with love, to you,
Before we get into this, I would like to write a little disclaimer. New Year's and New Year's Eve are stupid. The two are over-hyped beyond belief. Don't put all this pressure on one night, because it will likely be sub par. I understand how cliche of a view this is, but I want to make sure we're all on the same page. I don't condone this whole "the world will be different tomorrow" idealized way of thinking. Just considering New Year's does create a bit of division between Dec 31 and Jan 1, it's convenient to set the bar for the next 365 days. But that doesn't mean at any point throughout the year you can't readjust your life because it's not working for you. That being said, here we go:
As we wind down 2018 and look onto 2019 I'm starting to think a lot about what the last year looked like as well as what the next 365 days will look like. As my birthday occurs fairly close to the end of the year, and I did a "what I learned" type post on my birthday (holy shit...sometimes I forget that I'm 20 and no longer "adorably irresponsible" but more just "irresponsible"), this post will mainly be looking forward.
So looking onto 2019, what do I want? I'd love to be in slightly better shape, but since my body composition is 90% grilled cheese, I'm pretty sure that's going to be attainable. Let's try to come out of 2019 at around 75% grilled cheese. Don't worry you're not going to get any healthy, nutty lifestyle posts from me. It would just be nice to walk up stairs and not sweat, I'm not willing to commit to a gym membership or anything, just maybe get out into the world a bit more. Thank goodness I got my Whistler pass. And of course, physical and mental health are tied with this cute little bow so it can't hurt, can it?
I want to focus more consistent attention on my social media, not just when it's easy. I want my social media to reflect me as an artist and how passionate I am about my music. It's getting there, but not quite. And obviously, I have numerical goals I'd like to hit. I'm so appreciative of the 2100 people who are watching me grow on Instagram, but I'd love to hook some new people over the next year. As anyone does, I love seeing growth and I love seeing results from the effort I put in.
I'd love to study a little bit harder. As I throw around every once in a while, I'm studying Behavioural Neuroscience at UBC and I'm doing adequately. That being said, I know I'm smarter than I'm doing. So just make more time to focus on school. I don't want to come out of university thinking all I did was study, but I also don't want to look back and regret the way I went to university.
And my final thought on 2019 is...new music. I had been back and forth a lot on releasing new music professionally this year. But as a student, getting everything together to record is all-consuming. I've been writing about so many things going on in my life, and I'm so proud of the music I'm writing. It's more mature, more personal and I love it, but I don't want to wait around for the "right moment" to share it. So keep your ears open because Instagram, Sound Cloud and YouTube will be full of music over the next year.
So there are my big goals. Calling goals might even be a stretch, more like "themes". Health, social media, school, and (my favourite) new music. Don't worry, I don't expect 2019 to be this bombshell of a year where I find love, break the top charts and cure cancer, but striving for better is always nice. Pushing yourself to be a little bit greater than the day before. And also, anything can happen, I mean my chocolate-cake-looking-ass posted a photo in a bathing suit in 2018. Never thought that would be a thing to happen. So in my own, long, rambling way, I guess I'm wishing everyone the happiest of New Year's, and wishing everyone good luck in whatever their themes, goals or resolutions may be.
From me, with love, to you,
I have finally reached the end of this term - this long, long term. Don't worry, this is not a "what I've learned" post, because I've made plenty of those in the past little bit, this is a thank goodness post.
The year, school and otherwise, is winding down before 2019 explodes, and I'm thankful to be off my feet and not using my brain for at least the next two weeks. I can't wait to call Toronto home for another little bit, see my family, have a glass of bubbly and eat until I'm nauseous.
You'll definitely hear from me over the next little bit, don't worry I still have more to say, but I'm hoping to really take this break as "break" - granted that's not really in my nature.
I'll see you all soon and hopefully everyone's Christmas shopping is underway :)
From me, with love, to you,
I guess I'm not necessarily mid-finals. More early finals considering I still have 5/7 left to write. (Don't feel bad for me I did this to myself). And seeing as finals season gives me a lot of time to myself to consider things that I don't usually have time to think about I'm going to word vomit here a little. Also, considering this has become a fairly public journal, what do I have to lose?
So here's my thought for the day: do people I write about know that I'm writing about them? This all started when I was picking songs for The Blue Book Project, and there were all these songs I wanted to include about people I had previously had feelings for. At that point, they seemed so distant from where I was. I had moved away from Toronto and most of the boys that played a role in that album hadn't had any significant place in my life for around two years. In my mind, I had riddled up our stories pretty well and I doubt they'd check in on my music or listen to my album. Essentially, I doubt the names behind 10 or Cheers know that those songs exist, or that I play their stories in bars across Canada and have them on my album (sorry boys). In addition, when I released The Blue Book Project I was in a serious relationship. And that boy knew all my songs and who they were about, so it wasn't like these songs about current unrequited love. I was really happy in my relationship, I was telling stories I already knew the end to.
But now that I'm single things are more complicated. Granted I've been single for a while, but I'm finally getting to a place where I'm considering releasing new music. And between me, myself and I, I have been writing about people in my life (whether or not they're aware of it). The bits and clips on my Instagram stories all feature people from my recent past.
Now please, take this with a grain of salt. I have not been necessarily painting the town red in the last year and a bit. My single life is made up primarily of school, sorority, music and intensive amounts of Marvel movies - I truly am a catch. But at the ripe age of 20, it's safe to say that I catch feelings for unsuspecting people who make occasional features in my songs. Which brings me back to my original question: if I release music in the next year, would these boys know it's about them? Are my songs specific enough for them to know it's them? Or have I written in details in a way I would understand but they don't? So many questions.
I've made my emotions and my art really quite public. I've created a public online journal....and I've never really had to think about the consequences of this until last October:
My ex comes by to drop off some stuff and looks at my guitar on the floor and goes "Oh, so you've been writing about me?" And in that moment I realised that the next album I release he'll be on, and he'll know and all my friends will know and his friends will know and unless I can riddle the fuck out of our story it's going to be so public. Also, the assumption that I'm not allowed to just play guitar was frustrating but that's its own rabbit hole.
So there's my word vomit. My little train of thought that I'm writing 99% to sort out my own opinion on it. And I still don't know where I stand. I love writing more than anything. It's truly one of the only things in the world that makes me so genuinely happy. I get to tie up all my feelings in between choruses and verses and it makes my life so much more manageable. And I love sharing my music, but there is also part of me that is nervous about making my thoughts and feelings so public. Ah, too much thinking I need to go study.
From me, with love, to you,
P.S. Over the break and the next little bit the website my go through some formatting changes. Please bear with me :)
So ladies and gents, here we are, the big 2-0. I know it's been a while since I've written here but now is just as good a time as any. As the sun sets on 19 I want to acknowledge the things I've learned, the things that have changed in this last year for better or worse.
I've learned that mental health is not static. I'm fairly open about my mental health struggles, because I hope that by sharing my story, it will make someone else feel that little bit more normal. While I still have bumps and patches, the last year has done wonders for me. I've grounded myself in Vancouver and found people I love to the moon and back out here. I've found parts of myself I haven't seen in years. . Parts of me that are intelligent and witty. Parts of me that are truly unapologetic about who I am.
I've learned that not everything is 9-1-1 status. That my high-strung-ed-ness is nice, but not always necessary. That all the energy I put into worrying about tiny things is wasted. And not that I don't still panic when I face a problem, but that it's okay to step back and realize that so many things in this world are non-issues.
I've reinforced the fact that I am, and forever will be, bad at sports.
I've gained confidence in who I am as a musician. I refer to myself as a musician. And not in a "maybe I will, might just, should be a back-up plan way" but in a real-world way. I'm an artist through and through. Even if just for myself, I'm a musician and I am so proud of myself for pursuing that.
I've learned that I don't need to look like everyone else. I'm 6ft and that alone will set me apart. But I've learned it's fun to wear blue eyeliner and 5 inch heels JUST CAUSE. I've learned that beauty is objective and if you are constantly poking and prodding yourself, you can always find a flaw. There's nothing wrong with wanting to better the way you look, but there's only so much you can do with what you're born with.
I've learned that not everyone you like will like you back. And yes, I should've learned this about 20 years ago, but it's a lesson I relearn everyday. You can do everything right, you can be pretty kick ass, but you can't force someone to like you when they just don't. And it's not a you thing, it's not even a them thing. It's chemistry. In the immortalised words of my fellow (fictional) Canadian, Robin Scherbatsky "If you have chemistry you only need one other thing. Timing.". (P.S. yes I did rewatch How I Met Your Mother, yes it holds up)
So, here's to 19. The year I performed my first live show. The year I built a wall at my cottage. The year I learned what time management really means. The year I started my website. The year I saw myself as a musician, and a damn good one at that.
Thank you for reading my terribly sappy post. For my long post. And for waiting around while I got my ducks in a row. And if nobody else reads this that's fine, at least I have something to look back on and ground me in the next 365 days of insanity.
So 20, bring it on.
From me, with love, to you,
What's going on?
Here's a place where I'll try to keep you updated on what's going on in my life and with my music to keep you connected.