I stared at my planner. There were so many colors and scribbles squeezed on top of one another, it made me dizzy.
Yes, I am THAT girl who color-codes her planner. And yes, I still use a planner. You decide which one is more horrifying.
I deciphered my unabomber handwriting. In just a few short days we were back at iHeart Radio Music Festival for the second year. While this time around meant more responsibility, it also meant the foresight of knowing what to expect. So that was nice, but I also knew exactly how exhausted I would be after three straight days of mania.
We would spend all five hours of the festival on the carpet doing interviews and taking notes on the performances. At midnight we’d pack up and go back to the edit bay, load in the footage, then start editing. We had until 6 in the morning to get the final videos in each day. Then we’d sleep for a few hours, rinse, and repeat.
It was going to be a BLAST. But it was definitely a marathon.
I looked at the festival events that followed. Not two weeks later we had the three-day Route 91 Harvest Country Festival. The weekend after was Wine Amplified. Then came Life is Beautiful, closely followed by the Soul Train Awards.
That took us to Thanksgiving. And suddenly I was nauseous.
It’s not that I don’t love what I do, but music festival season can be overwhelming (especially when I make the mistake of looking at it in my compulsory color-coordinated calendar. And GOD FORBID I incorrectly color something). I sighed.
I flipped back to October and stared at the 27th: my birthday.
Every year I say I’m going to do something crazy out of the country and celebrate in style. You know, go skydiving in New Zealand or cave diving in Brazil. But every year something comes up… Typically Broke Girl Syndrome kicks in so I stay at home.
But screw it. Who needs security when your mind needs possibilities and magic? I mean, isn’t that the point of life? To experience and savor? Or have I read too many Elizabeth Gilbert novels?
I mean, I’ve experienced TONS of stuff, and I’m so grateful. But I think I’ve grown a little jaded by Vegas in recent months. It feels like it’s time to go somewhere new, somewhere totally foreign to me… And most importantly, somewhere within budget.
I thought back to the numerous conversations I’ve had throughout the year of places I’ve wanted to travel. I thought back on the number of invites I’ve received to visit different places. One locale kept coming up. It was a place that filled me with mystery and fear, for many reasons. But the thought of it made me smile. And with the involuntary action came a decision.
While it wasn’t an international escapade, it would be a maiden voyage. And with all that I’ve been doing lately with music coverage, songwriting, and singing, it just made sense.
I will be celebrating my birthday in Nashville.
Now… WTF do you DO in Nashville?