While visiting here in Nashville my Dad is enjoying sampling every live music venue our Music City has to offer. That was a perfectly fine activity for him to do while I was busily working to complete my final assignments for my summer course. But since my last class ended Monday night, as a good daughter I felt it obligatory to go along with him on his adventure last night. Yikes and more yikes.
Our first stop we walked in and walked out of just as quickly. Thankfully it was a bit too loud for dear, old Dad. Good, because the act was looking a little strange to me.
Moved down the road to our second stop. - I will omit names to protect the innocent, as they are not my thing, I'm sure they are totally enjoyable to those in attendance. - After we finally found parking and made our way to the bottom of this kinda' sketchy venue, we did stay for a bit. Young and old enjoyed a couple of guys making some music. Dark and scary are the descriptive words that I feel are most appropriate.
Somehow the picture just does not do it justice. Again, not my thing, but obviously pleasurable for those who like such an atmosphere. No thank you. :)
Soon my Dad decided it was a bit too loud and not acoustic enough and he convinced me to travel along to check out another spot. However, before we departed I made him stop for a picture, which I'm sure was quite amusing for those young fellas observing from the back porch, as I'm sure they are stilled perplexed as to why we ever entered in the first place!
The last venue turned out to be just what Dad was looking for. Songwriters Night for all those trying to find their way in Music City. Some were good, some not my style. The atmosphere was dark, the crowd was mix of all ages, typical dive bar scene. And so I stood and listened and for the most part enjoyed the live music forever, I mean, a few hours. ;-) I got very caught up on my Facebook and Instagram feeds, which is nice for a change and because I never do nothing for that long. But Dad liked it and when he realized I was growing weary, we eventually headed home.
But I came to the most awesome discovery last night:
I LOVE MY LIFE, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY CAREER CHOICE, I LOVE MY HOME.
I watched as these starving artist do what they love, trying so hard to make a life or the people-packed bars sipping their alcoholic beverage in the dark, dingy places. That life is for them and maybe they are happy. But not me.
I love having a desk job. I love that one day I'll be an accountant (Lord-willing and the creek don't rise!). I love wearing fancy clothes, dressing up and meeting girlfriends at fru-fru lunch places. I love using an adding machine and owning more office supplies than most corporations would ever need. I love being with my energetic ten year-old and her dad, cuddled up on our clean sofa watching a movie or just hanging out shopping at Costco. I love my family. Home and family are where I am happiest, it is where my heart is.
And I love my Dad, so I endured what makes his heart happy.
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