Walking 7 minutes to the symphony from your back door is quite surreal. Running to the symphony that starts in 3 minutes from your back door is a bit less surreal, but still pretty rad. I made it in time, but I was running behind because I had to catch the beginning of college choir practice that lasts from 7-10:00 Tuesday nights. I made it to choir on time, but that was simply because I was two doors away in my pre-symphony class. I was late for that class which starts at 5:30 the night of a show. I got held up at work with a bunch of loose ends to tie up, along with a little bit of slowing on the 101. I’ve still got loose ends at work, but nothing that can’t wait another day. Yet, my boss has to wait every Tuesday and Thursday for me to arrive around 1:00pm, after my morning classes, in order for shipments to be processed for the FedEx pickup. He’s not pulling his hair out, but we’d ship a bunch more if I worked those mornings. And those mornings fly by with general rehearsal at 8:00am, Musicianship at 9:30, and Music Theory at 11:10. If I could afford it, I would go to school from dawn to dusk 6 days a week. But, I’m fine with working all day Monday with Math at 5:15pm. Tuesday: school, work, choir. Wednesday: work, Math, practice with Chris, and maybe go and play an Open-Mic. Thursday: same as Tuesday, but with church choir instead. Friday: work, just work because I want to give my lovely wife a night too. I invited her to join me in the symphony class, but that’s not her thing (I was bummed, but it’s cool). By the way, it was the State Symphony of Mexico tonight. After their third encore, I thought, “How I would love to play like that all night!” Weekends are reserved for homework, aid work (I’m an online aid to my Theory Professor for a music appreciation class), yard work, car work, working out, going out with Amy, choir at one church Sunday morning and worship band at another Sunday night.
Sometimes I think I’m not doing enough. Other times, I think, “Enough! I can’t do it anymore!” It’s in those latter times that I try to draw on strength greater than my own. I try. At least now some of you know why I haven’t replied to your emails yet, or written Christmas “thank you” cards (REALLY slaking that line). I’m trying.
Some of you might see this as a letter of complaining, but I don’t mean it to be. I simply wanted to share what my days are like because maybe some of you can relate, or shake your head and think I’m crazy, or offer suggestions to help me improve my whatever, heh heh. Now, it’s time to go to bed. Good night, God bless, and tomorrow is another chance to do your best.






