Well meaning, I guess.
I'm going to try to up my practice time to two hours a day as default next week, slowly working up to around 3-4 as a good resting place. I'm amazed at how much better my playing has gotten just in the last while (you'd think practicing regularly instead of in frantic binges actually worked or something?!?) and I'm really starting to look forward to my recital next year. I figure I'll play a bunch of weird French music and possibly one happy easy listening one for the people who hate French music...but wait, they hate French music, shouldn't I be punishing them? hah. yes. Though I imagine I should probably play something from another genre.
Teaching is making me wish that I'd listened a little more when my mom was blathering on about developmental psychology - sometimes I just go way too fast for the little ones, even when I'm trying to go slowly. I discovered that most of them really like to be casually quizzed on what they know though, especially if they know the answers. ha. I just have to figure out a reward system that has something in it for boys - they don't seem to like stickers very much...
I have random social urges...very random though, which usually means nothing really happens. Luckily though, my one other equally random friend has time this week, which means coffee and fluteness and random catching up. It still seems like yesterday that we were discussing how it would probably be smart if, before ever getting drunk for the first time, we locked ourselves in a padded room, possibly in straight-jackets.
I'm bitchy and happy and flirting, but I just don't want more right now. I hold in what I'm thinking because it really isn't appropriate to say exactly what you're thinking all the time. I may, however, open my mouth and destroy your preconceptions at some point, if you keep asking. Just punishment or something.