my heart is so full and so discontent at the same time.
so full from experiencing days of live music. re-falling in love with some bands and discovering new ones i hadn't heard before.
so discontent because i just want to live in that world. not at the festival, that would be boring 361 days of the year, but in that creative world of stages and songs.
the sunburn on my back hurts every time my shirt touches it but it reminds me of watching judah & the lion play a killer show. and reconnecting with a friend during her brother's set. (yeah, i broke my own cardinal rule of talking during a song...she came running up and surprised me! sorry, it won't happen again.) or wandering away from the stage for a minute to cool down in the shade and ended up hanging out with some band boys that have been friends for years.
the bug bites on my arms itch like mad but make me think of the final shows on the mainstage each night. my favorites; needtobreathe and switchfoot.
my eyes have that slight burning sensation where you're not sure if it feels better to have them open or closed...so many hours in a dusty festival field staring into the sun because it's behind the stage and handsome alan powell is on the stage (yes, handsome is on his birth certificate).
pictures on my phone that to the untrained eye look like crappy phone-camera shots where everyone is a little blurry and you aren't entirely sure who you are looking at but to me are basically frame-worthy works of art. i know exactly which little unfocused man is bear rinehart and which one is jon foreman.
this one is jon foreman
this one is bear rinehart
so why am i writing all of this?
i don't really know. maybe just to get myself back into the routine of my current day-to-day life before i do something completely irrational like walk into my boss's office and quit because nothing in my being wants to be here today.
please, someone, take me on your tour bus.
xo
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