Everything Happens For A Reason. "Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt."

Ever since I was a child, when I've felt down in the dumps or had plans fall through, people have always told me, "everything happens for a reason." Perhaps I bought into that sentiment when I was a clueless kid wearing heart-shaped glasses, but as an adult(ish) I have refused to ever believe that. Still . . . I wonder.

Back in the summer of 2009, before Charlie Sheen had tiger blood and Miley Cyrus started twerking, I planned on graduated college by spring of 2013 - plans change. Four plus years, more short-term jobs than I’d care to think about, an excessive amount of car repairs, a cancelled engagement, and more homework than anyone should have to do in life and I’m still in school. In fact, I’m going to be staying in school for yet another semester and will be leaving Iowa State with a degree in May. But I digress.

Since my tween years I’ve always wanted to have things planned out. It’s not that I fear change, I tend to embrace it, it’s that I hate uncertainty; I hate not knowing things. If I sit down to watch a movie with someone who has already seen it and I’m actually enjoying it, then I don’t stop asking them, “What happens next? Do they die? Does this happen?” I’m the same way with life in general. I want to know what is going to happen, when, how, and if there is anything that I can do to expedite the process. When my big plans fall apart, so do I.

Recently, however, I have realized that that is a silly thing to do. Not because sulking doesn’t get you anywhere but because most of my failed plans have led to greener pastures. Had I graduated seven months ago like I was suppose to, my life would look very different right now and I’m not sure how much I’d actually like it.

I never would have had my current internship, which would’ve meant failing to meet countless amazing people and remaining oblivious to the Iowa music scene (and it is fantastic!). Iowa would definitely not be the state that I’d currently be calling home and I wouldn’t be thinking about possibly throwing a festival of my own some day. Plus last month I met a pretty incredible girl. She’s smart, funny, creative, kind, and whether she believes it or not, she is going places and I wouldn’t mind tagging along (not sure that'll happen, but I'll find out).

Today I am a very different person than I was even just a few months ago – a better person, too.  I may never be able to break my habit of making major plans (and I probably should have some plans). I may never be able to properly write one of these posts without getting distracted by the music playing in my head. I may never accept that everything happens for a reason (which is still up for debate), but I don’t have to because somehow things will simply work themselves out (with a little push).

For staying until the end . . . 

Rejuvenation

Korn is a band that I have listened to for a long time. I picked up my first Korn album, Take A Look In The Mirror, back when I was in middle school; it was one of the first records that I bought with my own money.

The band has changed sounds and styles so much over the years and has had to deal with some lineup changes as well. Korn's 11th studio album, The Paradigm Shift, was released today and I'm loving it. Lead guitarist, Brian "Head" Welch (who I've actually gotten to meet on three separate occasions), has rejoined the band after having been gone for over eight years. The group's reconciliation has led to it's most cohesive creative effort in years and what is possibly (already) my favorite Korn album.

I have been a bit burned out recently, trying to regain my energy all while new projects and assignments have been introduced. Powerful music that can really move me (literally and figuratively) might be exactly what I need right now and it has been delivered straight to my ears.

Time to step away from the computer and return to dancing, jumping around, and rocking out like a musical fool.

Fanboy

It does not take a whole lot for me to become a fan of someone or something. I recently became a fan of Des Moines band, Annalibera, because its members were unnecessarily nice to me. I worked the door at a recent show of theirs and they thanked me on multiple occasions, high fived me, and gave me some "van temperature pizza" (I've had much worse pizza by the way). These were small acts of kindness that some people may have brushed off, but went a long way for me. In contrast, other people largely ignored me and one called me a "door Nazi."

By simply being nice to me, they made me a fan of them as people. I decided to throw some money their way via a t-shirt purchase and EP download. After listening to their self-titled, three track, debut EP a few dozen times, I've also become a fan of them as musicians.

Follow the band on Twitter

Checkout the band's music and merch

And stop by their site

Lesson learned? Be kind to others. You never know what may come of it. They might even shamelessly promote you.

(Sometimes) Opinionated

I don't think that people should have political careers. It's not that politics and politicians shouldn't exist, they should. What I mean is that if someone decides to work in politics, then I believe that they should only be allowed to do so for a predetermined amount of time.

This would serve multiple purposes and hopefully resolve some problems. Today, many politicians are not willing to make tough calls or unpopular decisions. They are worried about making everyone like them, so that they can get reelected. But if reelection didn't matter, if they weren't selfish, then they'd be able to take on these challenges.

Running for office should be a public service, a selfless act. So, why has it become a selfish one? Money plays an entirely too big of a role - from campaigns to conventions. If political careers didn't exist, then there would be no room for selfishness, the type of people running for political office would be different, and there would always be new blood.

I know that this little dream of mine will never happen. We're too entrenched in our old ways. Everyone reaches for white or black, calls themselves a republican or democrat, and forgets that there are more colors in the crayon box, more directions to go. Our current government shutdown (which is absolutely ridiculous) is evidence of this my way or the highway mentality.

I could write about this a whole lot more and invest more energy into coming off a bit more eloquently, but then I'd just end up losing myself in frustration and rage over our current political system.

*raises glass* Here's to change.

Worker Bee

This is my last semester of college and it has been proving to be my busiest. None of my classes are particularly easy and almost all of them are reading intensive. I also have an internship where I'll be working 400 hours over the course of the semester. I'm constantly a little behind and I'm usually worn out. I'm still trying to figure out how to manage my time and energy, but I'm loving it.

My internship has been great so far and I believe that it will continue to get better. Occasionally I get a bit intimidated when I am doing something for the first time, but all three of my bosses have been amazing and patient. The core reason as to why I stress out a bit is due to the immense amount of respect that I have for them. They are incredibly passionate, creative, respectful, kind, and energetic people. I want everything that I do for them, no matter what the scale or importance of it is, to be great.

I'm looking forward to learning some new things and I'm hoping that these experiences will lead to future work. I guess I'll have to wait and see.