Time is a funny thing. Isn't is interesting how exactly the same amount of time can seem like it lasts forever or it can seem as if it has slipped between our fingers? There's no wonder why we can't "grasp" the concept of time. Much like the mystery that surrounds such natural wonders as the infinite space that exists beyond our atmosphere, and ocean floors which sink down miles and miles below the surface, time is one of those uncomfortable and incomprehensible concepts that stir us from the core.

For instance, here I sit... a "businesswoman" working at a record label on Music Row in the music capital of the world -- Nashville, Tennessee. A year ago, I was living in Downtown Boston as a student at Berklee College of Music. I had just celebrated my 23rd birthday and was probably thinking, "Wow, where did the last year go?" right around this time. Now, I'm 24 and living in an entirely new world -- and let me assure you, it is an ENTIRELY new world -- and yet I'm plagued by the same burning question of time. Doesn't it seem as if the holidays just passed? The hustle and bustle of the malls, the blasting of cheesy Christmas tunes over retailers' speakers, and the feeling that there's just not enough time in one day to get everything done? "Tomorrow," you tell yourself, "tomorrow, I will do that," only to see the next 24 hours pass by like nothing without having completed that task. I know that feeling. I still have boxes sitting on my dining room floor which have yet to be emptied (much to the dismay of my significant other) after having lived in Nashville for just over 3 months now. So, what's my answer? Don't get distracted. That's number one. I mean, you ARE procrastinating by reading this blog right now, aren't ya'? Is there something you could be doing? ;-) I know. I'm being a hypocrite. But hey, at least I admit it!

The point is, I'm sitting here with the kind of position that most young adults my age would die for. Straight out of college, I networked my way into a paying job, on Music Row no less, where I now help book tours, negotiate with tour promoters, work with a legendary folk singer and his very successful manager, and I'm learning to be unstoppable in a cutthroat industry heavily dominated by men. What's painful to me is that I've realized I've forgotten what it feels like to perform. I go through sporadic periods of time where I pick up my guitar and start playing, writing, and singing, only to see the next week or two completely musicless. Twenty-four may not sound old, but in the music business, that's crunch time for artists -- especially women. We're expected to stay young, thin, and sexy forever. Am I too late? Not if I begin today. Not if I don't let a dream die -- the same dream I've had since I was a young girl. No. It will not die. Don't let yours either. Don't let time grasp YOU.