2025-06-28 00:01:03.867

In a stadium filled with fans dressed in Cowboy Carter attire, I rediscovered something I'd lost: ebullient joy. Beyoncé's three-hour performance was an artistic masterpiece that unlocked a part of me buried under burnout, parenting, aging, and worry. While I enjoy her music privately, concerts offer a communal experience, a permission slip to let go. Beyoncé's Renaissance World Tour has been compared to a post-pandemic spiritual revival; her Los Angeles show was my "Beytism." I needed a rebirth. Overwhelmed by the pandemic, caring for a neurodivergent child, and navigating a challenging career, I'd become smaller, focusing more on limitations than dreams. The concert felt like a small price to pay for fulfilling a dream. Beyoncé's Cowboy Carter show is a requiem to Black artists who shaped country music and a reclamation of Americana for those excluded. The show is brilliantly symbolic, using red, white, and blue imagery. Beyoncé's performance is effortless, showcasing her hard-won evolution. She sings accessible truths and invites you to do the same. In a warm, diverse crowd, I sang, cried, and danced without self-consciousness. The concert reignited my spirit. Beyoncé's "YA YA" is a tribute to her family history and the American spirit of optimism. Her tour celebrates aspects of the "good ol' USA" but also honestly confronts its challenges. The show is a reminder that our only real currency is our connection. Post-concert, social media showed a wave of energized fans. I see myself in those faces, remembering how good it feels to be free. If you can, go see her. Not just for the costumes and choreography, but because in a divided era, Beyoncé is a reminder of our connection.