Thursdays are usually pretty stressful for a Vox reporter. It’s the day that our first and third drafts of our stories are due. It’s the day I meet with my beat leader, Sara, and the day I almost have a breakdown from stress. So, when I got to go to a free True/False show to review the Showcase at the Blue Fugue, it couldn’t have been a better day.
The show started with Ruth Acuff’s harmonic harp melodies and I drifted off into a happy journalistic coma. While I was later swaying to the sounds of James Miska and the Jack Grelle and the Johnson family, the tension in my shoulders began to release.
In that moment, I realized that I haven’t been having enough fun. I’ve been reporting for a magazine that I’ve wanted to write for since I transferred to Mizzou, and all I think about is everything on my to-do list. I admit, it’s empowering to scratch tasks off my list, but it probably shouldn’t be the only motivation in my life.
As I sat at my table on Thursday night and leaned my tired head and tense neck against the wall, I realized I need to relax. I need to remember why it is I have l always loved to write; nothing makes me happier than when my words matter to someone else. Firstly though, they need to matter to me. One thing I’ve learned this semester is that it’s very difficult to care when I’m not appreciating the moment in which I’m living.
True/False has been the perfect reminder for me about my purpose as a Vox reporter. My mission is to bring Columbia to its readers. In order to do that, I need to let go of my worries (just a little bit) and join in the celebration. The costumes, music and general lighthearted mood of the weekend unhinged me from my personal troubles and loosened my grip on college life.
So, thank you True/False folk music concert for reminding me why I do what I do. This stressed-out journalist needed your help.