All My Hopes

I finally figured it out: I pinned all my hopes and dreams on the wrong people. Time after time, person after person, I pinned my hopes and dreams on people who could do nothing to make my hopes and dreams come true. I should have pinned my hopes and dreams on me!

I went to L.A. to be a writer. I knew I had talent for both song writing and script writing or short stories and novels. I knew I had the talent, and I believed in myself, but instead of pinning my hopes and dreams on myself, I pinned them on others. Hoping one of them would see my talent and give me the break I was looking for. But, it was always through someone else, not me going to the source and presenting my talent for them to see. I pinned it all on friends, actors, stage hands, directors, producers. But I never went to the ones who could make my dreams come true. Because I never pinned them on me.

I came to Nashville because someone heard me singing and told me I belonged in Nashville. I could never make it in pop or rock because my voice is too country. I was once told my voice was too country for country music. My southern accent has always been strong. But, again, I pinned my hopes and dreams on others. Producer, singers, managers. I pinned people who could never have made my dreams or hopes come true. I never put myself fully out there.

I know it's not too late, as long as there is breath in my body, there's still hope, still a chance. Yes, I'm a bit older, but I'm also a lot wiser than I was back then. I know things, and people, that the younger me only dreamed of knowing, so there's still a chance. And this time, I know where to pin my hopes and dreams.