That’s something my old roommate, Emily used as a mantra to cultivate her plants. Actually, it has nothing to do with my post; I just thought it would catch your attention.
To be fair, I do maintain a blossoming (see what I did there?) relationship with my plants: each has a name, and a designated spot in my apartment. However, I digress.
The past few days have been a whirlwind of opportunity and change. Sometimes I feel as if I’m on the other side of a glass at a zoo, watching each opportunity and talent flourish behind tinted windows. It’s incredible to live in such near proximity to a myriad of “legends”—purely inspirational.
In fact, this is an accurate depiction of my excitement:
Yes, I had to get my tourist pictures in at some point.
We’ve done some amazing trips just in a few days–journeys to Sputnik Sound and the Grammy Offices, to name a couple notable ones. I want to garner as much knowledge from this experience, and do my best to communicate and utilize it among you all! Here’s a quick snap of the beautiful guitars at Sputnik Sound:
I’ve never been in a studio with such beautiful vintage instruments, legendary staff, and gear—it was as if wisdom was reeking through the walls. Okay, that was a strange description….lets move on.
One of my favorite activities has been the scoping out the potential “hang out” spots. I wouldn’t consider myself a “local” yet; not that I’m waiting for an official initiation, I still feel as if I’m the typical “tourist”.
However, yesterday my roommates and I hunted down a quaint little Vietnamese Pho (noodle) joint that was phenomenal.
Fresh rice noodles, warm broth, and hot sauce is the perfect remedy for a winter night….
After settling down in the apartment, re-arranging the cabinets, cozying up in my PJ’s, and munching on leftovers, I already feel an overwhelming peace that the Lord has put me exactly where I need to be.
Of course, maybe I was just “Pho”cusing on the noodles.