I am very tough on myself. I am never satisfied. I am never content. I am always hungry. I always want more. The other day i was feeling pretty down about life and took a second to think about why anyone would think I am “successful.” What does “success” even mean? Does it mean money? Does it mean fame? Does it mean accomplishments, awards, and recognition?
Success to me is simple… success is waking up every morning and doing what I love. For so long I was working jobs I disliked, I did the work, but it wasn’t what I truly wanted. I wake up every morning and do what I love. I don’t have a ton of money, I haven’t won any cool awards, I’m definitely not famous, but I do what I love.
What I do allows me to help small bands, big bands, and everyone in between. What I do allows me to bring new bands and favorite bands to their fans. What I do allows me to make a difference in people’s lives.
It hit me hard at the Geoff Rickly show the other night that what I am doing definitely reaches people on a very personal level. What shows like As Cities Burn, Geoff Rickly, Terminal, Craig Owens, and others have done for people is incredible.
I consider myself successful because I do what I love and love who I work with, I wake up every day feeling grateful and lucky to do what I do. I have no ego about it, no sense of entitlement, no “mightier than thou” attitude, I just feel blessed and grateful.
So thank YOU, all of you for letting me do what I do.