Hi, sorry, sorry. I know I’ve been a touch absent the last two weeks. My b, y’all. I’m gonna be real with you though, & yes this will play into this week’s topic, but I have been going through it mentally. Ya boy is not doing the hottest at the moment & while there are a couple of compounding reasons for that, we’re just going to focus on one.
Back in October I got the opportunity to audition for something rather major. They liked me & wanted to move me forward in the process, but part of that process included blocking off my calendar from about March of this year til at least end of June/July, if not farther. I wasn’t allowed to book anything that might compete with said opportunity & it was highly insinuated that I should limit, if not halt, my releases. I waited & waited with no final word on whether I was in or not until two weeks ago when I got the email that they had decided to pass on me & wouldn’t be going forward with me as an artist for said opportunity. In all honesty, I kind of felt like I saw it coming, which in turn may have then put that energy out into the world to have it come to be. A few people close to me, who knew about the opportunity, were blind sided. They were all sure that I was going to go on to be a part of it, but alas the stars did not align on this one & I set aside my time & energy & said no to many an other opportunity &/or show for nothing. Now I find myself sitting around, stuck in the question & feeling of ‘well….now what?…’
The annoying part is, aside from the 5 months I spent waiting for an answer & the hold for nothing I had in place, is that I also made space for this in my life outside of those two defining ways. I held hope in my heart & in my life that this ‘could be life changing’ opportunity would come to fruition & it didn’t. Unceremoniously. Via email on a Tuesday afternoon in March. & in all honesty, I didn’t know how to move on from that.
It was one of those things where the longer it went on the more I ended up getting excited for it. I took the occasional “please continue to wait” email as a sign that there was hope of this coming to fruition, just to be dropped so capriciously. It sank me y’all. I had spent so many months & so much energy thinking that finally, finally someone was going to see my potential, finally someone else saw my worth & that this door that I believed wide open to me was, only to find out that it had never even been unlocked. I felt ultimately defeated.
I know I shouldn’t have put as much stock in this as I did, it’s just this time something felt different, like this person that I know I am & that many of you know I am was finally going to blast into the spotlight. It hurt. I had a very hard time with it, it dug down deep in me & left a whole in the place where my self worth used to live. Again, I know I should never have let it get that deep or feel that important, but it felt like something that could have been a springboard for me career-wise. Now I’m left holding the space that I allotted, the energy I invested, & the opportunities that I turned down for nothing & I’m having a very hard time not only recalibrating myself but also getting excited about my future.
To be blunt I feel like the path has disappeared from before me & know I’m just wandering aimlessly, waiting for the next path to appear so that I can continue on down it. I’m feeling a bit lost in the woods at the moment. My motivation is shot, my creativity is shot, & I’m feeling rather jaded at the moment from the whole experience.
I’m not writing all of this for you all to take pity on me, if anything I want the opposite. I wish, so desperately, that I could say it didn’t phase me. That I got the news & immediately said “well, that’s fine, I’ve got better things to do anyway.” When in reality I don’t feel that I do. I want so badly to be the confident person who didn’t take the hit to my pride from this, but I’m not, so I wanted to get on here & be entirely honest & open with you all, because that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be as an artist.
Some days are harder than others. My birthday is rapidly approaching, usually a time that I get excited for & celebrate, but this year I just feel numb. Like what’s the point? On the other hand some days the “badass” who doesn’t give a shit about what happened comes out & he shows up hopefully & excited about a future that is full of question marks. I’m trying to learn to be more & more like that version of me with each day that passes.
I’m sorry if this blog was a downer, that wasn’t my intent. If anything today was one of those blogs that felt like pulling teeth to me, but I want to feed the side of myself that is motivated & persistent & not give into that side of me that is huffing “why even try?” I needed to get on here & write one, so I didn’t leave you all who so graciously extend your time to me & my thoughts & ideas hanging, & two, so I could get back behind the boulder & start pushing my way up the hill again. In a lot of ways this blog is for me to vent & for me to persist, but despite that, I hope you at least got a little something out of this. Even if that something is simply a thread of commonality or an understanding.
I wish you all the happiest of days/evenings wherever this blog finds you.
As always, much love to you all,
-C