If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you already know about my love for Jimmy Buffett. My first concert was in 1985 in the old Fox Theater in Atlanta. I had no idea when I walked into those doors that I would leave a full-fledged Parrothead. I don’t know if was the feeling within the crowd, the music, the many adult beverages I consumed … all I know is I was hooked.
Anyone who knew me as a child would probably have predicted this would happen. My first 45 record (remember those?) that I paid for with my own money was ‘Cheeseburger in Paradise.’ I didn’t really understand the lyrics back then but I had the part about how ‘I like mine with lettuce and tomato …” memorized. I couldn’t tell you my times tables but I sure did know that Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes were a requirement for a decent cheeseburger.
Fast forward to 2012 and I’ve lost count of how many Buffett concerts I’ve been to. I usually see the show at least once a year, twice if I can get the date to work out with my schedule to travel to another city. Over the years, I’ve had numerous fantasies about going backstage and getting the chance to actually meet and talk to Buffett. I’ve worked the whole scenario in my mind about a thousand times from how I would act to what I would say.
I’m not talking about something so obvious as “I just wanted to meet you and tell you I think your music is great.” Nor would I act all humble and hide my star-struck moment and say, “No that’s OK Jimmy, I don’t want to go backstage and hang out with everyone before and after the show.” Yeah right … said no one … EVER.
I have my whole speech prepared. It’s too long for me to give you the details but in the end, I would ask him if he would read my kids book I wrote about ten years ago. If you didn’t know this about the man, Buffett is not just a singer. He’s a writer and a damn good one at that.
Remember last week when I said I had something on my mind I wanted to write about but I had Pinterest on the brain? This was it. I’ve been thinking quite a bit about re-working a kid’s book I wrote. It’s still sitting in my computer files and lately, I can’t seem to shake the idea of taking this shell of a story and filling in the lines.
What do you know when something calls to you? This blog and this summer of writing challenges, it’s like I rediscovered the feeling of writing for the pure pleasure’s sake of writing. Some days it feels like its rushing in on me and I feel compelled to write.
Over this past year, I’ve learned to watch for the messages coming at me. I’ve learned to listen when something tugs at my heart trying to get my attention. I know in my head that I don’t have the time to do this extra writing. But yet the thought lingers ….
Let me put this out to you my readers – what do you do when something calls to you and you’re not sure if you can find the time to do it?
Photo credit: Handpainted Buffett sign