Who I'd like to meet:

I have this hobby of constantly updating my “Who I’d like to meet” section on my Myspace page. Mostly because I constantly discover new people on this Earth that do amazing things and that I’d like to tell how incredibly wonderful they are.

When I get to erase someone from the list, it’s almost a bittersweet moment. Yes, I've met them, but I always seem to fall in love with the anticipation of accomplishing the task and that feeling dies the moment you’ve said hello, shook hands and they walk away.

I just had the pleasure of erasing one of the names on my list. It has been on there for awhile and been in my head even longer than I’ve had a Myspace page. This weekend I had the pleasure of meeting one of the best pop songwriters ever, Mr. James Bourne. He played his first songwriting showcase this weekend in New York at the Living Room. I remember being at a Jonas Bros show last month and texting Cassie “even if they did screw up the lyrics, at least I get to see a band perform Busted songs in my lifetime” Never at that moment did I think I’d ever see one of those songs performed live by a member of that band. I walked in and there he was, just sitting there smiling. I remember thinking, okay, I thought I’d be more excited than I am. Then came the first note and it dawned on me. At some point I grew past the hype and the image and the music became enough. I’m not going to say that there aren’t artists that make my heart flutter and my knees go weak, but at some point it became more than that. I pick up old pop CD’s that I used to be obsessed with that realize how awful the music was. Yet, I claimed these bands as mine. These boys were mine. I was in love with an image and they sang a few love songs to string me along. Then, there are other CD’s that I used to listen to occasionally but probably just bought because I liked the radio single. At the time I could have cared less because the band didn’t mean anything to me. I’ll put them in now and find a few amazing songs and get attached to them years later.

Sometimes you fear growing up. Sometimes you embrace it. Sometimes you step back and realize what’s important. There comes that day when you stop worrying about what others think and worry about what you think about yourself. The day that you realize that you are prettier than the kids used to say you were. The day you realize that even though someone you looked up to told you that you couldn’t do it, that you can. The day that you begin to enjoy what life has to offer and stop letting it pass you by while you chase things that you may never catch.

Enjoy the chase...just take the time notice everything passing by the window while you’re on your way.

My current “Who I’d like to meet” list is as follows:

Paul McCartney. Brian Wilson. Walt Disney. Crouton. William Beckett. Keith Urban. Sammy Stevens. Hemingway Wentz. 

I plan to knock one out tomorrow.