Wrong foot, of course
This probably isn't the best way to start things off. I feel imprisoned, both physically and by my responsibilities. Of course it's highly immature to feel this way; nearly everyone else I know is either taking the draining of their spirit in stride or revelling in it. Though I must resist, I choose to fight.
Despite this, tonight I've been applying to grad schools whose deadlines are still in the future. My faith in myself as a professional musician is ebbing, partly because of age, partly because I'm doing this other stuff and not making any progress in that vein, and partly because of my mood. I know exactly what would make me happy but am too busy to do it....
Despite this, tonight I've been applying to grad schools whose deadlines are still in the future. My faith in myself as a professional musician is ebbing, partly because of age, partly because I'm doing this other stuff and not making any progress in that vein, and partly because of my mood. I know exactly what would make me happy but am too busy to do it....