This is so important and I talk with my students about this all the time. I'm still working on this as a professional but I wish I'd understood it better when I was a kid. And it doesn't only apply to music.
The studio got a new friend in August. A muse, confidante, BFF, if you will.
So, that's not bad, right? It's a Yamaha in spit spot shape, other than a zillion fingerprints from students and the little people running around the house. I was fortunate enough to have some help to bring it down from my parents' place last summer and it's been a wonderful addition to my teaching, my playing and my sanity.
I almost feel bad for the upright sitting in the corner. Almost.
So, we moved.
So apparently this blog was never going to write itself.
I had every intention of using this space as a place to journal, muse and generally work things out. Instead it's become another task to be dropped, forgotten or covered up, with a healthy dose of guilty conscience for not checking off yet another thing on the to-do list.
I start a lot of things with the best of intentions and then it seems that life gets in the way a lot of the time. Some of that is my doing. Some of that is children, work, family, house, tours, travel humanity, dirty bathrooms, ringing doorbells. I'm pretty sure I'm not unique in my situation. It's just that the fill in the blank portion may contain other nouns and verbs.
So I'm going to commit to showing up here from time to time, if only to get a little time writing again to to get back in the swing of writing again.
Because apparently, my dissertation isn't going to write itself either...