Breaking Records Like Whoa

When I was still at BuzzFeed (many moons ago it seems now) I wrote a quick post about Jack White's upcoming effort to set a new Guinness World Record for the fastest produced record; from recording to pressing to selling all within a few hours. Read it here, then dream of the other, tastier Guinness like I'm doing right now.

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Mmm, Guinness.

In other record-breaking news, recently I discovered the latest Paramore video for "Ain't It Fun" during which the band sets ten official world records.

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The video is a lot of fun, of course. I originally heard the song before seeing the video and was already hooked. With lyrics like "Don't go cryin/To your mama/'Cuz you're on your own/In the real world" It audibly punched me in the gut.

Remember back in high school when things got tough you go home, curl up in a ball, and your mom or dad would come in and somehow make you feel better? That was my experience. Even though it was mostly them making fun of me because I was worried about not being elected class secretary while they were worrying about mortgages, car payments, and how to get their cry-baby daughter through college. My problems were TINY back then, but they seemed like mountains.

So today, as I sit in what feels like a sea of problems, I'm trying to keep my wits about me. No crying to Mama anymore. I'm going on thirty and should be able to handle things. It's not always going to be easy. Sometimes it's going to be scary. But crying won't change a thing. It's time to put in some work now that I'm "on (my) own in the real world."

When you set out to break a record you plan, you practice, and sometimes you fail.

Initially.

If you're lucky, you will have a chance to try again.

I've planned, I've practiced. Right now I feel the ping of failure creeping in, but I will keep fighting.

Perhaps life is about pushing the limits and breaking the records we set for ourselves so that we can achieve dreams we didn't really know we could.

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