Dawn Kenney

If there's one thing songwriting has taught me, it's that the road forward is rarely a straight line.

When I first started writing songs, I thought success would come from having a good plan and working hard enough to make it happen. While hard work certainly matters, life has a way of reminding us that we don't always get to choose the route.

Over the years, I've encountered plenty of obstacles, disappointments, rejection, and closed doors. As songwriters, we collect them. Songs we believe in don't always find a home right away. Opportunities that seem within reach sometimes disappear overnight. Momentum stalls, and plans have a way of changing when we least expect it.

There was a time when every rejection felt personal. Every closed door felt like a verdict. I could spin in circles wondering if I wasn't talented enough, working hard enough, or simply good enough.

Experience has taught me otherwise.

Many of the doors I desperately wanted to open would have led me away from the path I'm walking today. Looking back, some of my greatest blessings arrived disguised as setbacks. A missed opportunity pushed me to grow as a writer. Disappointments taught me patience and perseverance. A closed door redirected me toward people, experiences, and opportunities I never would have found otherwise.

Now, when I encounter obstacles, I try to see them differently.

Sometimes what looks like a setback is really an invitation to slow down. A chance to step back, regroup, learn something new, or adjust course. What feels like a roadblock may simply be a redirection toward a path we couldn't see from where we were standing.

I've learned that growth doesn't always happen during the big moments. More often, it happens in the quiet seasons—in the daily work of showing up, grinding away, paying attention, and continuing to move forward even when progress feels slow.

Some seasons bring great leaps forward. Others are made up of baby steps.

Both matter.

The key, I've discovered, is staying open. Staying flexible. Being humble and honest with yourself about exactly where you are. Staying willing to learn. Most importantly, staying persistent enough to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

These past few years have reminded me of that truth in unexpected ways. Returning to school, learning new skills, meeting new people, and exploring opportunities I never imagined a few years ago were never part of the original plan. Yet each step has revealed another piece of the journey.

This past year, in particular, has brought a season of significant progress. Some long-held goals have become realities. A few bucket-list items have found their way into the "accomplished" column. Milestones I worked toward for years—never entirely certain they would happen—have suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror.

For that, I am deeply grateful.

But reaching a goal teaches you something interesting. You spend years focused on getting somewhere, only to discover that arriving isn't really the end of the journey. For a moment, you pause and appreciate the view. Then you realize the horizon has moved.

New goals emerge. New dreams take shape. New opportunities to learn, grow, and serve appear just beyond the next bend in the road.

I've come to understand that the destination was never really the point. The growth happened while climbing the mountain. The lessons were learned along the way.

When I look back, I can see a pattern.

The doors that ultimately opened were rarely the ones I spent the most time pushing on. Instead, they were the ones God quietly placed along the path while I was busy doing the work in front of me.

I've come to believe that our job isn't to see the entire road ahead. Our job is simply to take the next faithful step.

Write the song.

Learn the lesson.

Make the phone call.

Show up.

Trust the process.

Then pay attention.

Because if we're willing to keep moving forward—with open hands and an open heart—we'll often discover that what felt like a detour was actually leading us exactly where we needed to go.

The road continues, and so does the journey.

And as grateful as I am for the miles behind me, I'm excited to see what waits around the next bend.

The road ahead is calling…

I was confirming a writing apt for this week in Nashville with two of my favorite writers. The last time we got together we wrote a song that I consider one of the best I've ever had a hand in. As we were wrapping up the conversation, I said "are you bringing lightning in a bottle ? "  and I have been thinking about that phrase for the last two days.  

 Lightning in a bottle usually means capturing something rare, electric, and almost impossible to recreate. It’s that one moment where everything aligns — timing, emotion, performance, chemistry — and it just hits. In songwriting, people use it to describe that once-in-a-career smash, the co-write where the room felt charged, the demo that somehow can’t be topped, the chorus that feels bigger than the writer. Lightning is unpredictable, uncontrollable, rare, dangerous. So the phrase implies: “You can’t manufacture magic. It either strikes or it doesn’t.” 

That’s the romantic Nashville version. The mythical one. The story we tell about the hits. And sure — there is mystery involved. But I don’t think that’s the whole truth. What if lightning doesn’t just happen? In nature, lightning strikes where there’s pressure, friction, a charged atmosphere, a path to ground. 

That’s not random, That’s conditions. 

So maybe in songwriting, lightning isn’t luck — it's a prepared atmosphere. 

You build craft so the structure can handle the charge. 

You build emotional truth so there’s pressure in the room.

 You build chemistry in the co-write — friction in the good way. 

You build a clear hook — a path to ground.

 And when those conditions are right, it strikes. 

Given how intentional you are — with structure, with perspective, with emotional depth — you’re not waiting for lightning. You’re building a lightning rod. That’s different. 

You study form. You refine emotional angles. You shape demos carefully. You think about artist fit. That’s atmospheric pressure. 

When people say a song feels electric, what they’re really feeling is earned inevitability. Lightning doesn’t strike flat ground. It strikes the highest point. 

So maybe lightning in a bottle isn’t about waiting. It’s about elevation. Raising your craft. Raising your emotional honesty. Raising the stakes of what you’re willing to say. 

And when you do that long enough? You don’t chase lightning. It starts looking for you.