Baby-Munching Weight Loss Freaks

Lately, I have been feeling like my musical career is doomed to become, well....This guy:

Yup, a baby-eating, creepy monster with eyeballs in his hands who looks as though he lost a TON of weight but didn't have the funds to tuck the excess skin...

You can thank Pan's Labyrinth for that delightful image. *shudder*

 Let me explain...
The excess skin part is EASY. I have been owning my image and have successfully lost almost 20 lbs. since coming back from Italy (I likely lost 10 while over there). I feel great, but need to find some new ways to tighten wonged out skin....

As for the monster...
I have always been aware that the music industry is for the most part a game of youth and money. However, I have always known I had youth on my side, and therefore has decided to do the "right" thing by staying in school, staying out of drugs, and graduating college, despite the tug in my heart to leave it all and run away to become some crazy rock-star babe. Hurray me! I'm educated!

I always assumed I had loads of time ahead of me to focus on making music my life, so I put it on the back burner.

Now that I am graduated, I am realizing that this time is running out in short order. Sure, I can always perform-especially if I study opera--but who would you rather listen to: A hot young thing that seems to have the world at her fingertips, or the baby-muncher shown above?

I know, I know. I'm 23--still a baby. But the reality is that the music industry has turned into a gentleman's magazine of pin-up girls, whether I like it or not, and if I want to do something with my voice I have do get to it while I'm still young enough to jump through their hoops. One day I may be content to just sing in Opera Chorus or in a local band, but if I don't try for excellence now, I will always regret it. It's like they say in The 5Choices to Extraordinary Productivity (FranklinCovey shameless plug. Check it out...its SHAWEET!), you must "go for extraordinary-don't settle for ordinary."

Right now I feel ordinary, which I hate, and I definitely don't want to turn into a baby-munching, musical crone. I guess that leaves extraordinary! In order to become extraordinary, I have to decide what genre to put my energies into...but that's for another blog.

Knowing what you want is half the battle, now I just have to figure out how to get it.