Soul Obsessed Post I Knew What I had Done

I Knew What I had Done

I seriously screwed myself over.

I am really digging Post Malone right now. His beats and melodies reach right into my body and some of it right into my soul.

For my birthday my hubby, Mike, bought us Posty Fest tickets. I was so excited and counting down the days. I had created a playlist with the artists that were going to be performing and was really getting into their music.

I was so excited about going that every time I just thought about it I wanted to cry.

So… we arrived early to the venue and found our spot. We had lawn tickets so we made sure to get a spot that was front, near the railing so no one could sit in front of us. We jammed to the opening acts and talked to the people next to us. It was amazing, the perfect experience. Good Vibes everywhere. Or, so I thought.

BUT here is where it began.

Between the last artist & Post Malone coming on there was about a 30 minute intermission. During this intermission people started coming up and standing at the railing RIGHT IN FRONT OF US.

At first I was like whatever because there was still time, but as it was like 5 minutes from show time and that’s when I was like “hell no! These people better move!”. And since they couldn’t read my mind I decided to go tell them they needed to move.

Long story short, I got into an argument with these people & then my hubby told me to just come sit back down which I then took as him not having my back. I exploded. I was crying and yelling, and definitely making a damn fool of myself!

I stormed out of there, stomping and everything. We got to the car and security came to check on us because I was sitting in the car and had locked my Mike out. After a few minutes of talk, I unlocked the door to let him in. We began driving home and I was still bawling my eyes out. (Just a side note, we had about a hour + drive.) About 20 minutes into the drive I had a freaking realization…

I didn’t get to see Post Malone and it was my fault.

I began crying harder. I knew what I had done.

I got myself worked up, feeling “disrespected” and gave into my ego.

I could have just sat and enjoyed the music live like I had planned on doing. I have been to this venue many times with no cares. I had even seen Gwen Stefani perform there as I had lawn seats, and she is one of my top favorite female artist. I felt so hurt. I felt so disappointed. And again, it was my own fault. The remaining 40 minute drive home I felt sorry for myself. I felt like a horrible person for doing this and I felt like a jack ass for acting that way in front of the great people we had been talking to up to that point. It was not pretty what was going on in my head during that drive. But, I allowed it. I took it in. And when we arrived home, I let it go. I apologized to Mike and I forgave myself.

The point of me telling you this story is that we do shit all of the time to “self-sabotage” and then we want to turn it around on the other person/ people as if they were the ones doing this to us.  I could have stayed in my spot & just enjoyed the concert from there. I could have trusted in the Universe to give me a good experience because it had all been good up to that point. I could have just gotten my butt up & stood at the railing with those people and jammed with them. There were so many options to make the experience good but instead I chose an option that was going to ruin it for me or them.

I want to know when have you done something like this before? Was it at your kids sports game? Was it at a concert? Maybe a family member’s house? Or at the grocery store?

Now looking back, what do you think you could have done differently to make the experience better or more enjoyable?

And just as important, have you forgiven yourself or asked for forgiveness (if the situation calls for it) for being an ass?

(Photo courtesy of the Post Malone Facebook page)