"Olivia Rodrigo" and "Olivia Rodrigo tour" are trending. And I see it. The crowds. The energy. The way people latch onto a voice that seems to articulate something they feel deeply. There’s a certain kind of communal catharsis in that, isn’t there? It’s almost like, if she can sing about the heartbreak, if she can put words to the ache, then maybe it makes yours a little less… lonely.
But here’s the thing about that kind of projection: it’s a temporary fix. It’s an external validation for an internal wound. You can sing along at the top of your lungs, you can feel that surge of connection, but when the lights come up and the concert's over, you're still left with the silence of your own space. You’re still left with the patterns you haven’t broken.
We chase these moments, these external experiences, to avoid the real work. The work of sitting with your own loneliness, the work of acknowledging the patterns of self-sabotage that keep you circling the same emotional drain. No safe words on this: that momentary high? It’s just another distraction from the actual before-and-after moment you’re capable of creating for yourself.
Are you willing to lean into the quiet when the music stops?