Tonight I am headed to the historic Brooklyn Bowl for a few sets of live jam. This will be my third time there in two years, and I was reflecting a bit about it.
This venue is especially noteworthy to me because the first time I ever visited there, in April of 2013, was also my first time both making a solo trip to the city since starting my recovery, as well as my first sober live show. I remember scraping together the few dollars I had managed to earn from various odd jobs while living at home the preceding four months. This was significant because in addition to tickets, I also I had to budget for cab & bus fare…still on suspension from a DUI the year prior, I was without autonomous wheels.
So I was more than ready for a vacation from upstate NY. Everyone was concerned for my safety and well-being — was this the right choice? Was I truly ready?
I believed I was. If my intention was anything other than to see good music with good people, I would have been hesitant. But it wasn’t, and after having frank discussion with my peers about my headspace and needs, we dove in like old times. I will always remember that trip, because it was a true milestone for me — I proved to everyone (including myself) that I could be responsible & accountable, and have fun doing it.
How much my life has changed since that weekend. Looking back, it simply astounds me to see how much progress I have made since then. I mean, I’m really doing this. While I still very obviously am grappling with other aspects of life as it stands now, let me not forget just how far I have come. I believe it is important to every so often pause on the path and appreciate the amount of gradient that has been covered behind.
Grateful to be walking ever higher.
The show I saw was also where I first fell madly in love with vocalist Mereki Beach.