Hi Hello

Life is weird and awkward for everyone but as time goes on and people get older, the awkward wears off and they blossom into beautiful butterflies. Not for me. It seems like I started my awkward stage at the age of 2 and I have not grown out of it.

I'm 21 and ready to blossom!
(wow that sounded weird already..heyyyooo)

Everyday I live and breathe embarrassment, and that is not an exaggeration. There will be at least one point in my day were I physically do something that is weird and awkward or I will say something that leaves everyone around me feeling uncomfortable. Its inevitable.

I am deeply sorry if you have fallen victim to my disorder.

When you are a pro misfit like myself, you learn to cover up your embarrassing moments to make them socially entertaining for those around you. Basically, I've become the class clown, the funny one, the entertainer with no real talent, the one who can make us laugh. That is the secret to how I gained friends.

"You know its going to be a fun time if Stefanie is around!" said no one ever, but I like to pretend. ;)

So I walk through this socially weird journey with friends who are just as socially awkward as myself and those who are freakishly talented they make me cry tears of shame at night because I was not blessed with magical talents like them.
(Maybe if I was talented I would be less awkward...wow thanks parents, you should have let me take all those music lessons and sports practices when I was younger instead of letting me fall off trackers)

Yes, that is right, the source of my disorder came from the isolation that is growing up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. When you have a child who is young and weird, in more ways than one, it is literally social homicide to let them grow up on a farm, outside of a rural town full of elderly folk, where there is no chance of them becoming social and getting involved in activities that could give them talent. (thanks again parents.)

Since I was not blessed with these talents, choosing a career path for college and the future dun dun dun was difficult. I tried communications...but since I have difficulty talking like a normal person, that was not tickling my fancy, not floating my boat, not my cup of tea, not....you get it.

I was lost and awkward.

Until one day my grandpa (you'll probably hear more from those crazy grandparents in the future) said to me "if you don't got the talent, might as well manage it." That was probably the best insult that I've ever received. So I made the executive decision to become an artist manager for my musically gifted friends.

And that is where the next journey begins and why this blog was birthed into the internet. I welcome you on my socially painful journey in Music Business. So if you are a social misfit like me, I welcome you to live vicariously through my human encounters (although I'm sure that you would want to) and know that you are not alone. We are in this together.

Until next time my misfits,
Stefanie.