8 Days a Week
Mar. 4th, 2004 02:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liptonrm_backupThe countdown continues on and there are only eight days left until my little brother finishes his mission and comes back from Brazil. I am sooooo excited. He'll come back babbling in Portuguese and then I'll babble at him in Spanish and it'll be a ton of fun;-). He has already stated, repeatedly, that we will be going to see Return of the King as soon as possible once he gets back and my only fear is that it will already have slipped from the theaters by the time next week rolls around. So, everyone, you have to help us out. We must all go see Return of the King again this weekend in order to ensure it continued presence in theaters. Do it for the children;-).
Got to do a bit of singing last night, and boy did that bring back memories. I miss singing. I miss it so much that it's like a piece has been ripped out of my soul. When I did most of my vocal work, back in the dark age of high school, the joy of the experience was largely obscured by the hellacious backbiting and political infighting that went on amongst the choirs in my high school. It was a harshly competitive environment that completely burnt me out on the whole thing. I chose to not major in music and now years have passed and I miss making music on a regular basis, I miss hitting those glorious high notes and I need to find a way to fill that hole that is growing ever larger. So, what's the moral of this little story?I'm not sure there is one, just never practicality dictate all of your decisions and don't let other people's attitudes make your decisions for you. I think we're all driven to create something, anything and I'm beginning to understand that when you excise that part of your life you never truly recover.
Well, that made me sound like I'm terminally depressed. I'm not, at least, not right now;-). Just playing a bit of the ol' What If game, I suppose;-). I did get some good news the other day. It turns out one of my oldest friends, Andrea, has gone and gotten herself engaged. So, Congratulations Drea! I wish you and your fiancee nothing but the best. May light and joy continually fill your life together. And if I have to give a speech at the reception I am so using Bilbo's Birthday Speech, just to give you a fair bit of warning;-).
Have a wonderful day, all!
Got to do a bit of singing last night, and boy did that bring back memories. I miss singing. I miss it so much that it's like a piece has been ripped out of my soul. When I did most of my vocal work, back in the dark age of high school, the joy of the experience was largely obscured by the hellacious backbiting and political infighting that went on amongst the choirs in my high school. It was a harshly competitive environment that completely burnt me out on the whole thing. I chose to not major in music and now years have passed and I miss making music on a regular basis, I miss hitting those glorious high notes and I need to find a way to fill that hole that is growing ever larger. So, what's the moral of this little story?I'm not sure there is one, just never practicality dictate all of your decisions and don't let other people's attitudes make your decisions for you. I think we're all driven to create something, anything and I'm beginning to understand that when you excise that part of your life you never truly recover.
Well, that made me sound like I'm terminally depressed. I'm not, at least, not right now;-). Just playing a bit of the ol' What If game, I suppose;-). I did get some good news the other day. It turns out one of my oldest friends, Andrea, has gone and gotten herself engaged. So, Congratulations Drea! I wish you and your fiancee nothing but the best. May light and joy continually fill your life together. And if I have to give a speech at the reception I am so using Bilbo's Birthday Speech, just to give you a fair bit of warning;-).
Have a wonderful day, all!
