The rise and fall of ‘bestdayever’
One thing that I have learned to do recently in trying to embrace living in the moment is to find happiness in being ‘shits and giggles’ excited for upcoming things. Sure I’m looking forward to the future but I’m really loving being to the point of saying “I can’t wait!!” through shaking hands!
And I was that excited to go see Mumford and Sons’ studio session and then go to their concert that same evening. When I won the tickets through the radio station, I suddenly reverted back to being a kid again. I whispered “OHMYGOD” over and over again until I couldn’t contain myself and I screamed it for everyone to hear. This concert, this day was my Christmas…my birthday…and…and even my New Years Eve count down all in one perfectly bundled event.
I put the highest amount of expectations on this day from weeks before it even came. Little did I know that I was setting myself up for a serious let down. Yes… Mumford and Sons are nothing short of amazing live, and yes I had two chances to see them in one day… and yes I have photos of them from out back in the garage smoking cigs and regrouping after a great studio session. And, yes… I had a wonderful dinner. But, putting so much energy into the perfectness of a sold out show at a venue that truly isn’t conscious of those of us trying to see the stage from any row behind the first one, was a major mistake on my part.
I learned a few valuable lessons last night. One being that I’m the only one who understands the importance of that day and that event to me. And for all I know everyone else there also has the same attachment to the music as I do. This breeds a literal shit show of people all wanting the same thing (ie: the same exact place to sit or stand). I was doomed from the moment I walked in, considering even in heels I barely touch 5’3.
I also learned that the pressure I placed on the whole day to be utterly perfect set a series of events into play that didn’t allow for any flexibility when the inevitable change of plans occurred. I simply couldnt steer my ship back on course when it took a sudden turn in an unexpected direction. I sulked, instead of brainstorming and I wasn’t able to enjoy the very thing that I was high-pitched squeal excited for. I repeated a broken record of “this is not the way it was supposed to happen” in my head until it hurt….
Ive learned that in order to really enjoy anything that I do, I must tame my anticipation and accept that let downs occur, much in the same way that amazing surprises spring up unexpectedly as well. With that thought process I can actually achieve the true enjoyment that I am meant to.
And so, we have resolved to having a ‘bestdayever’ at least every few months. The less amount of pressure that is built into the fibers of an event leaves far less room for my wondering mind to unravel the whole thing!
“Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free….” Mumford and Sons
So close, I could barely get all four of them in one shot.
One of my favorites because they are all just goofing around.
They were out back of the building smoking while we were getting in the car. TMB snapped this shot for us.
Thank you Mumford and Sons for being such a brilliant live band, and wonderfully nice guys. Your songs truly touch my heart and I deeply appreciate that. And ironically, your concert changed me (as I thought it may do) but in ways I certainly didn’t see coming.
