Hi, Tuesday..I miss Saturday. Sweet Lord- can you please be kind and rewind?
So check it- finally made my pilgrimage to Nashville- was it everything I hoped for? Well, it was cool for one thing. Super freaking cool actually. I realized a few things about myself and why certain places move me, and one of those little observations is that I like places where people go to make their dreams come true (yet, I don't really like Disney, so go figure).
What I mean by this is that I always loved New York because I felt people went there to "make it big", and I've always found that part of LA super inspired as well. I like places where people are insanely talented, creative, and driven- Nashville is unlikely in that regard, I know, but people go there to sing their hearts out, expertly play a myriad of instruments, and dream of a career singing songs about the Southland, the best part of being a woman, or whatever they want, really.
I adore being in cities where dreams can come true, even if that means you may have to get a bit trampled upon along the way. Though none of these places come with a money back guarantee of success, the chance to do that thing you know you were born to do is real, and potent. I have never seen so much live music in my life- it's like religion, really. And on that note, is there a coincidence that there are so many churches in Nashville, as in every block? A bar on every block and a church on every corner...whatever you believe in, really.
I guess this is my struggle with Miami- people come here to spend their money with reckless abandon, after they've made it. I'm not sure people come here to make their dreams come true, because most of the folks who live here have already arrived. What fun is THAT?
So Nashville is a city with a bar, a church, and a story on every corner. Where music is baked into the culture in heaping doses. It's a wonderful place- I highly recommend a visit- and I for one will continue to go to cities where people have the urge, and are allowed, to dream BIG. And dreams go down well with a little Jack and Coke, I'll have you know. I have a renewed love for Mr. Daniels and his particular brand of sweet, brown seduction.
Cause that's what's up this two steppin' Tuesday in the MIA. Keep dreamin', friends. XO
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