Have you ever had a moment of bliss – where you feel that you actually “created” that moment for yourself with your wishful thinking and your positive mentality? In other words, do you ever envision a vision and live the vision??? Manifestation is what they call that, I believe.

It was a snowy day in the good ol’ Windy City, and I was feeling slightly short of spectacular. I had just found out that I have asthma, and let me tell you, it was a total buzz kill to my Saturday night. I woke up that morning, short breathed, winded, and pissed off. Anywhoo… I didn’t want to let asthma stop me from living my life the way I always do.

A short trip to the doctor and a few inhalers later, I was feeling slightly better, but still not my usual self. I found myself back in my room, pondering if I should take it easy, rest up, and get back to life on Monday… OR, if I should take advantage of a Saturday night in Chicago and go see Led Zeppelin 2 at the House of Blues downtown. It took about five seconds of putting on “Nobody’s Fault But Mine” to determine what I was going to do that night. I threw some jeans on, a new bodysuit, lipstick, and boom – I was ready to go. The whole ride to the venue, I was bragging to the Uber driver about who I was going to see, how I was going to dance, and what kind of night I was about to experience. He asked politely if I was going alone and I told him yes, yes I was! (Sometimes, you need a solo kind of night to be able to get in tune with yourself and tap into the magic that lives inside you!)

Appropriately, as I’m walking into the House of Blues, the band starts playing “Nobody’s Fault But Mine.” I took that as a sign that I was exactly where I was meant to be. As most of you music heads know, a sold out show can be a little hectic… you need a good view of the band, but can’t seem to weave your way through the crowd… you think you find a cool spot on the floor with dancing room, then realize you’ve become a towel to the drunk, beer spilling nerd with glasses who has awful BO… you want to go to the bar to get a drink and relieve some stress about how jam-packed it is (also to get napkins and dry your shirt), then notice everyones fighting for the bartender’s attention waving dollars in the air. I told myself right when I ran up the stairs, if I didn’t get a good spot inside that venue, I wasn’t going to enjoy myself.

Taking advantage of my slenderness, I slithered through the crowd like I owned the place… a couple of “excuse me’s” and “oh, I’m so sorry” later, I held the perfect spot. I was up against the lefthand bar, closest to the stage, with one row of people in front of me who were behind the railing. Within seconds, I had a nice dude offer me a drink… I politely accepted (who turns down a free drink?) Sorry Mr. older married dude with glasses, I’ve forgotten your name! And your two married friends’ names as well…oops. The three married dudes saved my life that night (well it’s not like I had to be rescued or anything) but they took me under their wing like the polite, married gentlemen that they were. They saw a young female who came alone, and wanted to show her an innocent, fun, groovy time. Who am I to turn down some new friends at a sold out Led Zeppelin show? We watched the band, we sung along to the songs, we turned away numerous creepy guys trying to pick me up, we danced, we laughed about my attempt to pick up a portion of the tab ($400) at the bar, we pouted at every single person who tried to stand infront of us claiming the railing not knowing it had our names on it by that point. Overall, we became quite the “badass” crew if you ask me.

If the night couldn’t get any more badass, it did. One of their girlfriends came down with three guest passes to her private balcony upstairs. I thought to myself, “Oh, well that’s it for me, time to say goodbye to these dudes who have just shown me an incredible night.” I was wrong. Their girlfriend whispered in my ear, “Follow me.” I was playing follow the leader up to her private viewing area on the second floor of the venue. I wasn’t left in the dust like I assumed I would be… I made an unsafe assumption that she’d wanna ditch me since she only had passes for her three married friends. It was truly liberating seeing a female help out another female in need! Thanks sistah, if we ever meet again, which I’m sure we will because I’ll be able to spot that satin black Zeppelin jacket from a mile away, I will re-thank you a million times and buy you a drink of your choice.

Walking into this private viewing balcony felt like I was walking into a surprise birthday party… planned for ME. Every single person in there had open arms (filled with drinks) and charisma that tackled me from the moment I entered. I immediately felt at home! We had waitress service, which of course was a plus, considering we weren’t fighting for any bartender’s attention and we certainly weren’t getting beer spilled on us by the creepy dudes (or should I now say peasants) downstairs! I asked the girl who brought me upstairs (I’ve forgotten your name too, shame on me) if I could throw on her satin black Zeppelin jacket and pose for a few photos to send to my friends…. my mom (dad too) and of course, to document the UNBELIEVABLE night I was having with a ton of strangers who were rocking my world upside down. I almost forgot the band was playing I was having so much fun… Just kidding. It’s literally impossible to forget that Led Zeppelin is playing with the piercing sound of Jimmy Page in the background and a clone of Robert Plant serenading your whole body like a greek god strumming a ukulele to a recently divorcee. Not sure if that made any sense but you catch my drift.

To top the night off, we all ended up in the Foundation Room at the House of Blues (the members only club…) If you asked me how we got in there, I couldn’t tell ya. By this time, I was sipping on some Maker’s neat, trying to process the night I just endured and the people I had just met. The whole night was perfect, from start to finish. I learned an important and valuable lesson at this particular show… Anything you want, anything you dream of, anything you desire, you can get! You get whatever you put into the world, and if you have a vision and want something bad enough, you are capable of getting just that. Before I left my apartment that night, I had told myself that despite my asthma episode getting me all depressed and sad, I was going to experience the sound of Led Zeppelin and have a crazy mother f*cking night. I had manifested my own visions…. and everyone out there is capable of doing the same exact thing! DREAM IT, SEE IT, DO IT.