Tales of a Secret Rockstar

Today was an interesting day.
It's funny when things seem to just make sense.
I was in a car with this couple, and the girl asked me what I wanted to do when I was done school. I told them I wanted to find a job, live, and play a lot of music. I love music. Then, out of the blue, this girl said something really interesting. She was like, "Yeah, you know its great when people do what they're created to do. I think if Christians all started doing what they were each created to do, the church would be a lot cooler." That made a lot of sense to me. And I was excited for two reasons:
1. When I'm playing drums, I feel like that's the thing I was created to do. I feel like I have something, like I add some kind of flavour that no one else can. That excites me, but also freaks me ou, because music isn't all that practical or safe.
2. I had just had a really good talk with another friend of mine about the whole idea of having dreams, and doing what we feel like we were meant to do. It was cool that these two conversations kind of melded together.

So maybe I should be a rockstar. Or at least a muscian. Maybe God wants me to do this after all.

P.S. I'm playing another show with my brother April 17, at the Wired Monk in Langley (Murrayville, not downtown). We'll probably start around 7:00-7:30. Anyone who reads this should come. It will be sweet.