If I won the lottery tomorrow, I would happily spend the rest of my life traveling, eating, geeking out about music, and writing about it all along the way. It’s all of my favorite things rolled together. Lately I’ve been dragging myself out of a bit of a funk. In the process, I realized that I hadn’t been doing much of any of of those things, in favor of saving pennies or just giving in to being too mentally exhausted from work, so I should get back to it.
I jumped into it head first with a 1300 mile road trip through the Mississippi Delta and up into Memphis in search of Mississippi Blues landmarks and tasty food. It was a trip that I spent nearly a year researching. I came back from my five days on the road feeling like I’d been gone for five weeks (but more on that later). I felt like a new person and I was inspired to create something.
I’ve been stewing on that for a week and a half.
Not be be one of those “it’s a sign from the universe” people, but I feel like I’ve been getting a lot of hints to maybe get off my ass and do something, anything, to make a change. Maybe I’m projecting. Maybe I’m purposely putting myself in scenarios to make my own signs. I’m not going to stress over it. If I did it would be to the point of inactivity. My point is, it was all making me want to do something.
The most recent of these “signs” was this morning. I went to Creative Mornings, a monthly free lecture series that meets all over the world, including here in Atlanta. The founder of King of Pops spoke about this month’s theme, “Risk,” and how he started the company. I walked out ready to take on the world. So I decided it was time to stop waiting for the lottery win (seeing as I don’t buy lottery tickets) and take a step towards spending my life writing about travel, food, and music, even if it is on a smaller scale.
I’ve started and abandoned what feels like dozens of blogs of the years, mostly variations on the same concept and the same name. I decide a fresh project needed a fresh name. “Glitter on the Highway” is a line in The B-52s, “Love Shack”, which was the first piece of music I ever went into a store and bought. It’s written in my DNA, so it felt like a good choice to set the tone for a new adventure.
And besides… GLITTER. I’d like to think Kate, Cindy, and Fred would approve.