You had the style in mind.
Your career in mind.
You had the sound in mind.
The unique gifts you would offer.
You knew the way your fans would respond (with unbridled enthusiasm)
You knew the way people would respect you for speaking and singing your truth.
You built this beautiful story of how you and your music would make people happy, or dance, or pump their fists, or cry, or change the world, or change someone’s night.
And then competition got thrown into the mix.
That changed the path. It turned. It sent you clamoring.
Competition made you afraid of the things you knew, the things you believed.
Competition only has room for one on the gold medal stand…and so what if the ideas were wrong, and what if it doesn’t work out, and what if, and what if.
It turns out that competition in music is one of the ways fear masquerades itself.
But you don’t have to come up with the answers (there aren’t any). You don’t have to compete.
You just need to remember.
Remember what you once knew so clearly.
Remember what your gut used to scream, but over the years and letdowns got silenced.
Go remember it.
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