After living in my blue sanctuary that I called home for "some" years, I decided to retire the four walls and move out. It's funny how you come across things you never thought you'd see again. i.e. an old mixtape, a long lost band shirt, photos from another world. Some may discard such things, not realizing that these small trinkets and whatnots are what helped shape us to who we are today. Whether good or bad, we can't say we didn't learn a thing or two from these memories. Not to say I'm a…

For almost 10 years, I have been singing, writing, performing, but for who? The local coffee shop around the corner? The once a month open mic night at the nearby bar? I wouldn't trade those memories for all the diamonds in the world. But I just can't shake the feeling that I'm meant for something more. The only problem is that I never really took that leap. Envious of the contestants on American Idol, including the ones that only had 15 seconds of airtime. Envious of the youtuber turned…