I’m going to kick off this blog by rewinding to almost two years ago. Really, that’s how this whole story molds into present day to this exact moment in time that my brain decided to sit down and write this blog at a mere acquaintance’s kitchen table in south Philly…

January 1st, 2014 – Less than a month ago, I graduated from college and landed my first “big boy” job in the “Live Music Capital of The World.” Nine months later, I lost my job and stuck out the remaining three months of my lease working as a server at a Vietnamese restaurant and a host at a ritzy wine bar to keep my head a float. After applying to several agencies and having multiple interviews with the same companies, I could only hear, “Everything is great, you just lack experience,” so many times before I called it quits. At the end of me lease and at the end of the year, I packed my bags and headed back to the Dallas / Fort Worth area.

At this point in time, I had been together with my girlfriend for nearly two years, and moved in with her. I lived with her just shy of three months before we broke up. I had no place to go or live. I hung my head in shame and asked my parents to move back home.

In just over a year, I went from a college graduate, being paid salary in one of the most booming cities in the country, to being broke, jobless, car-less(in my string of bad luck, a drunk driver totaled my truck right before I move back to DFW), and had my parents as roommates. TIGHT.

March 2015- It only took about a month before I got stir crazy and got sick and tired of life beating me down. I get a phone call from my good friend about going on tour in the coming months (to be fair, this wasn’t a completely out of the blue phone call. My friend and I had been talking for awhile about me working a few shows here and there, work permitting). I agreed and my tour season was getting ready to kick off. After several months of bad luck, there was finally a tiny little light at the end of tunnel.

October 11, 2015 | 7:17pm- For the most part, I’ve been on the road full-time for the last seven months. I’ve been very fortunate enough to have certain people in my life believe in me and show me love, even when times are rough. That belief and love have given me the opportunity to travel coast-to-coast several times this year, meet incredible people, and see just how beautiful (and in the rare occasion, how shitty) America really is and I couldn’t be more thankful. It took me seven months, thousands of miles of solo drives, and some harsh looks at reality to come to this conclusion:

You can be as free as you want to be. Don’t get sucked in to some life that you hate just so you can pay the bills.You’ve got a short time on this rock that’s hurdling through space. Make the very best of the cards you’ve been dealt. Find something you love and let it consume you. If you don’t love it, don’t do it.