INTRO / UPDATE: The past two weeks have been a wild combination of travel, new responsibilities, plenty of changes, conflicting emotions and no real time to even think about this blog, even though it’s been hanging over my head the entire time. So while these thoughts feel outdated in my current state, they will still bear relevance to the future, and so – belated or not – I am posting them today. This is what’s up:
Today I curved around the bend on I-65 North past the Harding Place exit and watched the Nashville skyline come into view for the last time at 8:30 AM on a weekday…it was a sight that used to bring joy to my heart until I forgot to be joyful and chose instead to focus on the stress, the problems and the desire to be going to work somewhere else every day. It’s not that I ever fell out of love with Nashville….it’s just that I forgot to acknowledge it while I let other emotions take hold. I got a little jaded. Basically, I just forgot to look. I forgot to see what I was driving into, focusing more on what I didn’t want to be driving towards. And so, as I enter into my last day working on Music Row, I was graced with the thought to remember how beautiful the sight is, how lucky I have been to have this opportunity, and how good things will be from here on out. Because now that driving into Nashville will no longer be a chore, I’ll be able to embrace it once again for what made me love it so much in the first place.
That’s right, folks. I’ve left my job in Music City for something a little more quaint in nearby Franklin, TN. I’m taking on a new role at a new company that will provide new and more exciting opportunity while strengthening a new skill set and hopefully finding myself in an environment where things will just be better all-around. I’ll be working in marketing and social media for a local family-owned piano restoration and fabrication company just outside of the good ole boy small city center, and even though it seems like a far cry from the “music business,” I’ve been assured my toes will still be deeply submerged in that body of water.
Like I’ve said so many times before, we never know where our path is going to take us, but most often it’s the things we least expect that make life worth living. Even though making the switch is a little daunting and left-of-center for me, I have to dive in headfirst, believing whole-heartedly in the process of starting over and bettering myself through those changes. For the past year, work had been a place that left me anxious in the mornings and stressed and irritable in the evenings as I made my way home. Add to that almost 2 hours of driving a day to get there and back, and my quality of life was noticeably suffering. I wasn’t fulfilled at work and I wasn’t completely happy when I got back to my safe place, still carrying those burdens with me. It would have been one thing to leave the farm for something I was passionate about, but I was basically leaving for a paycheck and nothing more. I would’ve rather stayed home to help out there, but deep down I knew that wasn’t completely right for me, either. I didn’t see a future at my company and small changes I’d attempted to institute for my own pleasure were met with little response. It was time to leave, and I’d known that for a long time – the only remaining issue was finding the right fit and taking the necessary steps to get there.
With this new opportunity, unexpected as it was, I know that things will get better. Or at least, I have to go in with full faith that they will. Nashville is still only a 30 minute drive away – it’s still the epicenter of our neck of the woods and it’s not like I won’t be spending any time there. In fact, I may be more excited to go back now than I’ve been in a long time. There are so many changes brewing on the homestead, and this shift in employment is only the beginning of good things to come.