Banana Splits

“Edit your life often and ruthlessly.”

2016 was full of major life changes. I moved out of the infamous Asheboro, NC to the glorious Nashville, TN. My husband Michael and I bought a car, a dog, and a house. He also “accidentally” impregnated me, but we are pretty stoked about it. I have my second baby doctor appointment today. Like I mentioned, 2016 was a big year for us. Also, I decided after two years of going back and forth, to take a break from the music world.

Those of you who know me, know that my ultimate goal in life was to be a singer songwriter. I’ve been singing since I was four, and working on a singing career since I was fifteen. I had managers, received offers from record labels, traveled a tiny bit for gigs blah blah blah. I managed to make enough money doing gigs to not work for a couple of months- which was a huge goal of mine- but- I hated it. Nashville is no different from the music scene back home, except for the fact most people are more arrogant. The game never changes, the venues, the money, the fans may all get bigger and expand, but the game doesn’t change. I needed a change.

It felt like a divorce. I was departing from my first and most passionate love. It was no longer healthy for me. It consumed me. I allowed it to steal my happiness and distract me from the more beautiful things in life. It was a god. Maybe someday it will resume, but for now I am completely happy leaving that life in the past. I do still have a burning love for music, and a deep desire to pursue one of my original plans. I am going to school.

I have always been enthralled with musical theatre. I won’t bore you with all the details, but I have had a dream to become a music director for a small theatre company for some time now. That particular job usually requires a degree. I have also recently fallen in love with teaching private voice lessons from my home. I won’t bore you with those details either. So here I am, going to a local community college here in Nashville, TN. God has a funny way of getting us where He wants us to be. Sometimes we confuse His voice for our own – I know I do at least. So here I am, twenty-two, starting school in two weeks, working full time, with a baby on the way. I could not be more excited for what the future holds. It doesn’t sound as glamorous as traveling the world, singing in gigantic stadiums, selling hundreds of thousands of records, but I’ll get to go to bed at a decent hour. I will personally have an impact on children’s lives and inspire them to achieve their own dreams. I won’t miss my baby’s first steps because I’m on tour. I won’t have to have some one else raise them.I am grateful for the season of my life that is now behind me, and I am so excited to start this new journey.

I feel like I write a lot about changing your life around. I supposed it is because I change my mind every two weeks. Maybe that is part of being 22? I mean, the world is open and yours. Your choices and decisions now create the pathway for the rest of your life. It is a lot of pressure ! Seniors in high school are expected to know what they want to do for the rest of their lives, but how can one possibly know with out trial and error? A banana split may look like the most delicious and appetizing thing out there. Sure, you aren’t crazy about nuts, but who cares? The chocolate, pineapple, strawberry junk will totally over power that. You won’t even notice the abhorred nuts. Until you take a bite, and all you can do is focus on getting the nuts out of your mouth. You can’t even enjoy the rest of the glorious banana split because its tainted with gross nuts. Sometimes careers are like that. They look so appealing until you try them. You may love everything except the nuts, but that makes all the difference. You don’t know until you try. Try away my friend. Don’t be afraid to write your life in pencil so you may rewrite your story. You are never to old to start and never to young to try.

Simply,

Morgan

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