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In which I smatter a disjointed smattering of thoughts.

I think I'm a morning person at heart. I love feeling like I'm the only one awake, like I have a head start on the rest of the world. I love the pink-grey-gold of morning air, the streaks of sunrise peeking from behind the mountains. I love the prattle of birds welcoming the day, the quietness of a still-sleeping world. Unfortunately, my circadian rhythm doesn't share this love of the early hours, making me wired with energy late at night and sluggish in the early hours. So...mind over matter, I guess?

My dear friend Bekah is back from her mission and I'm remembering how much I adore her and her blog. This morning I was 25 minutes late to a choir rehearsal because I was rediscovering her writing. And it was probably worth it.

So this one time a few weeks ago, I was in a band. We played at the ward talent show, had big plans to try out for Acoustic Explosion, and then kind of fell apart.. But it was a good run. There's something magic about the artistic collaboration and creative sharing inherent in playing music with other people. That's probably why I prefer accompanying to soloing, actually. Anyways, I have high hopes that the band will re-form...sometime. And when the time comes, we'll need a good name. Readers, want to help out? Any good name ideas for an indie folk-pop band? If my band-mates read this: we seriously need to play at Acoustic Explosion sometime, just not the March one. And to any of my readers in bands: if you want a keyboard player or vocalist, hit me up. I already miss band practice.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't interested in so many things. I feel like I want to do and try everything, which results in me having very diverse, exciting experiences, but it also means I don't ever get very good at anything. It's hard to specialize when your attention is drawn to a million other things. So as much as I would love to write the Great American Novel, tour Europe with my immensely famous band, play concertos with the world's great orchestras, reform the public education system, and climb the world's highest mountains, all while teaching elementary school music, there are just not enough hours in the day. I suppose I'll have to settle for being a mediocre pianist, a fairly good writer, an occasional band member, and a sporadic world traveler, and loving my students with everything in my heart. Not quite as glamorous, but I'll take what I can get.


  1. Yeah but you're good enough at all of those things for your purposes. And your purpose is just living your own life.

    1. I like that. I read a blog the other day that told the story of a girl asking her mom if she was pretty, and the mom replied, "You're pretty enough for all normal purposes." So maybe it's not about being the hottest or the smartest or the most talented. Maybe its about seeing those talents and assets as the means to an end, and that end is, as you said "living your own life." So all the talent in the world doesn't matter if it doesn't help you achieve that purpose. Hmmm...this might be sparking a future post...

    2. I'd love to read it once you come up with it!

  2. You sell yourself short. You're a fantastic pianist and a great writer. Just saying. Oh, and if I had time and a lot more talent, I'd love to be in a band with you. Of course, you might not like my music selection.


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