Honestly I don't exactly know why I've been thinking about this, but as I've looked back on my life I realized I don't have a ton of regrets, which I think is great.
But one regret I do have, is that at a Magnetic North concert, after getting to meet the incomprable lyrical and inspirational em T. Vu after the performance, is that I didn't take a free t-shirt.
If I look back I think I was just anxious, maybe even a little overwhelmed. Like I didn't deserve it maybe in a way. You know?
Even though I was an adult, I was still working on who I was, and some of that involved combating the feelings of imposter syndrome that crept up, which sometimes, was a lot.
Like I knew who I was, what I stood for, and was doing my own thing writing and blogging, but I still wondered at times if I fit in.
If I was "legit".
In that way I guess I was a late bloomer, which manifested itself as me later in life without a kick ass t-shirt from a time when it seemed like everything was going to land because of the music that inspired us to keep moving forward.
Fast-forward to now and I'd get as many t-shirts as I could and might even try to steal that damn box.
After everyone else got theirs of course.
And after I paid for what remained in the box, because I'm not a thief per se.
I was just saying I'd probably get that box for free too.
It'd be a steal you know?
Hmmm...now that I think about it, even though I don't have a t-shirt, I do have a little bit of a story. And a signed CD. And I was thinking that at the time I might have tried to get into a medium which I couldn't wear now because I'm really a large, so it's probably best it worked out the way it did.
