Marking time
No, I'm not marching. I should be. Actually, I'm just making a post to say "still here." Thanks to the friends who were talking to me through the weekend and my deliberations. Life takes funny turns, but I'm glad to have people around me who love me.
Orchestra went okay this week. I actually did go. It's still not perfect, but I'm taking this as an opportunity to help NG and the conductor. I'm not going to teach him to quit and fold at the first sign of adversity. As for her... though it may be rude to say so, she needs a little more education on the ways of the percussionist, and I think it's possible to help her without being insubordinate in the doing.
Afternoons are nuts. That's when I start to feel empty and lonely. I hate that feeling. I guess I should cover it up with work because I really do have a lot of it. My office looks frighteningly horrible with all the work I must do. I think the books breed when I'm not looking.
And thanks to a kind soul who hugged me on Monday when I needed it. It was a nice place to be if briefly in time. I should really find someone that tall to cuddle with all the time because it was a perfect height and fit for me.
I'm going to sing tonight with that new choir I joined. Yes, the diva shall come out to play. If this will be anything like last time, I'd better remember to do some warm-up vocalizes in my car because they sure won't be done when I get there.
I realize it looks like I just complain about my music ensembles. Maybe I do, but not for the sake or enjoyment of complaining. I love music, and I want it to be done right and with excellence. I personally make plenty of mistakes, but like anyone who cares, I strive for better. The other thing is that I have to take what I've got because it's not as if there is a lot of choice in the rural area where I live. For me, making the best of it means being my best me and hopefully helping to bring the others up.
Orchestra went okay this week. I actually did go. It's still not perfect, but I'm taking this as an opportunity to help NG and the conductor. I'm not going to teach him to quit and fold at the first sign of adversity. As for her... though it may be rude to say so, she needs a little more education on the ways of the percussionist, and I think it's possible to help her without being insubordinate in the doing.
Afternoons are nuts. That's when I start to feel empty and lonely. I hate that feeling. I guess I should cover it up with work because I really do have a lot of it. My office looks frighteningly horrible with all the work I must do. I think the books breed when I'm not looking.
And thanks to a kind soul who hugged me on Monday when I needed it. It was a nice place to be if briefly in time. I should really find someone that tall to cuddle with all the time because it was a perfect height and fit for me.
I'm going to sing tonight with that new choir I joined. Yes, the diva shall come out to play. If this will be anything like last time, I'd better remember to do some warm-up vocalizes in my car because they sure won't be done when I get there.
I realize it looks like I just complain about my music ensembles. Maybe I do, but not for the sake or enjoyment of complaining. I love music, and I want it to be done right and with excellence. I personally make plenty of mistakes, but like anyone who cares, I strive for better. The other thing is that I have to take what I've got because it's not as if there is a lot of choice in the rural area where I live. For me, making the best of it means being my best me and hopefully helping to bring the others up.