9 years ago today I rolled into this town. I slept on an air mattress in an apartment off of Briley Parkway until I could get a bed delivered that my mom and aunt had pitched in to buy for me. Never did I imagine that I would be where I am today. Where is that? I’m still not sure, but I like it, and I’m thankful.
I came to Nashville to be a part of a crazy, messed up, alcohol driven, glorious, hateful, unforgiving, amazing, and most beautiful business. I’ve written songs, had some sung by famous people, had some sung by not-so-famous people, and I’ve poured my heart into each one knowing that they will live a life much longer than my own.
I’ve lived the hardest and best years of my life in this town. Times where I didn’t know how I would pay my rent the next month. Times when friends brought over cleaning supplies and necessities because I needed them. I shed a lot of tears, battled depression, and had a lot of doubts. I’ve also met people who have changed my life for the better, people who have left a mark on me in ways that define what being a good human is really about. I’ve sung songs, I’ve traveled the world (a few places), I’ve had ideas, dreams come true, I’ve become a part of something bigger than me, I made the best friends, and I’ve learned who I am and who I’m becoming.
I’ve also learned that this life and this time on earth isn’t about what we have, but it’s about who we are and what we do for others. It’s not about how many songs are cut or if I get a check in the mail. It’s not about the car I drive or the house I live in. It’s about the person from a class, from a training session, a person who hears one of my songs, it’s about the person who walks away from me and takes something good with them. That’s what it’s about.
So, if you asked me 9 years ago where I thought I’d be today, it certainly wouldn’t be here. And where am I exactly? Again, I don’t know, but I’m happy, and I’m thankful, and there’s no place I’d rather be.
Happy 9 Years, Nashville.