I got an email inviting me to give a seminar on social media marketing in October in Balitmore. They’d pay us to do the trip, give the seminar and they’d even pay for us to fly back to Chicago … what a deal.
My head is spinning trying to develop my presentation.
Later this morning, I got an email saying I made the list of photographers for Lollapalooza.
I thought my dreams had come true when I landed the Red Hot Chili Peppers a month ago.
This is blowing my mind.
Shooting Lollapalooza is a landmark career high for me. If you would have asked me five years ago whether I’d be someone shooting top acts in the music industry and getting flown to locations to talk about my experiences, I’d tell you that you had the wrong guy.
Was it a dream of mine? Hell, yes.
Did I think it would ever happen?
I mean, I could Deepak Chopra it up and be all, “I told the universe what I wanted and I got it.”
But I’d be hard pressed to lie to you like that.
I’m a cynic. I’m self doubting and self deprecating about 85% of every day.
My dad. He would say it’s providence. It’s divinity guiding the way.
But if it’s divinity, then I expect more people to have their dreams come true. Does divinity smile on little old me more than little old you? And maybe your dreams are coming true every day, too.
That doesn’t change five-year old Jimmy with Leukemia’s plight and his dream of being cancer free.
That doesn’t change my neighbor’s who sleep in my backyard and dream of better days while guzzling their second forty.
My luck doesn’t indicate a deity. It indicates the opposite.
I’m not sure anyone was praying for me to have these things happen today. And if they were, I guess they’re prayers have been answered …