I used to be famous. I had it all, I suppose. A radio show that allowed me to play as much rock music as I wanted, a TV show that flew me to Korea and Singapore to cover parties, the ability to host large crowds of tens and thousands of people, famous boyfriends, unlimited access to everything that was illegal and therefore, good.
I was skateboarding, dancing, tattooing, surfing, partying, drinking, smoking and posing on all these magazine covers. I was doing everything in search of that one thing that would make me happy. The more I searched, the more I did, the more I got, the more I drank, the higher I got, the more I sought, the further I got.
This blog serves to recount the years I spent in a foolish dance. Running, always running in the mad pursuit of happiness without ever stopping to consider what…or Who, I was running away from.
This blog serves to thank all the people I met in my journey, when I was a lost girl in her twenties, desperately trying to grab on to something meaningful. This blog serves to thank all the people who are destined to teach me more about life and what it really means to love.
Most of all, this blog serves to glorify God, without Whom I would still be on a headless chicken chase with my own shadows. To the One, the Alpha and the Omega, the Truth and the Light.
This is for you, my Savior, Jesus.
If you are reading this, welcome to the world of Dylan, once delusional and decidedly deranged. Once dancing with death, now just grateful to be alive.
You will read first hand chronicles of what it was like to be famous and wasted all the same time. About selling my self short and completely missing the point.
You will read about what it’s like now that I’m walking the journey with Christ. Hoping it will ignite some fire and maybe inspire.