Moon Rise: 1:48 P.M.
Moon Set: –:–
This weekend was one for the books!
-Energy of Self: Excited, weekend wind down, still high on the music
•Time: Sunday, September 20, 2015 @ 1:48 P.M.
Well, Music Midtown is officially over, and I’m already looking forward to next year. I’m already stoked to find out who the lineup will be.
This year my primary goal was to replace the memories I have from this weekend last year with positive, and great ones.
Last year, I had a plan to go to Music Midtown with who I thought was my best friend, but due to different paths of life we didn’t see eye-to-eye about certain things anymore. At this time in my life, there was no way in hell that I would ever go to a concert, let alone a weekend music festival, by myself. At least it worked out that I could sell my tickets for the price I originally bought them.
It sucks to be excited about something, and then it doesn’t work out because of an individual circumstance.
Plus, this weekend last year I hit with a hard reality at the fact the person I had dedicated so much time and effort towards told me there would never be anything between us. The was probably one of the most miserable days I had experienced. I couldn’t even smile or laugh. I just sat there in silence replaying the words in my head.
I wanted the memory of that Sunday and Monday of not cracking a smile, and the hurt that strikes you deep to your core with a much more positive memory. It was one of those days you would just love to forget. Whenever I have days, or week that I know that something significant happened on I try to replace an unpleasant memory for a good while remembering the life lesson it taught me.
I felt torn between giving into the sad moments, and there were moments where it’s all I felt, especially after seeing that one person again. We just walked past each other like complete strangers.
That’s exactly what we are. This is where a friendship that meant more than words could describe has become. What’s even worse is we see each other every day at work. It’s hard to not something that’s thrown in your face every day. It sucks even more when it happens at the one place I feel the happiest, but I refused to let that be the center of my weekend, and the memory that sticks out before any others.
The entire was meant to represent a weekend I would, or not, remember where anything can happen.
I just pushed myself to do the things I might shrug my shoulder at and not do, and that helped me focus on something different. During the shows, I looked like the Energizer Bunny while I jumped up and down without slowing down for even a second. I made sure to chat away with the people around me so that we could share the enjoyable experience together. I dedicated myself to fully live up any music festival experience.
Now, here’s where I stepped out of my comfort zone.
I stopped letting the sadness of losing an old friend hold me back from enjoying and wanting to hang out with another person. This particular person has been around for about a year, and I was so focused on the wrong person that I kept pushing any opportunity of spending time with this person aside. I can honestly say I’m so glad I put the guard down tonight because I had a fantastic time.
With the good there’s the bad, and with the bad there’s the good. Reflecting on the weekend as a whole makes me thankful for each moment. It caused a little bit of chaos, but that what makes any story that much more interesting to remember for your whole life.
It’s time to let myself go and just enjoy my new chapter, whatever adventure it might bring with whoever life presents to me.