Recently, with my internship and other things, I've been staying really busy. It's been stressful...not because I'm not loving my internship (because I really am), but because the things that I normally would get done during my days, I can't do and when I get home I'm too tired to do them. If I had a dime for every time I've heard the "Welcome to the real world..." speech this week I'd be rich. But see, here's the thing. I am preparing myself for the real world; so why give that speech or even make that comment? It's taking some getting used to, but I'm really loving what I'm doing.
Anyways, I'm babbling. Tonight I was helping my brother study for his chorus exam tomorrow...you know, counting out measures, naming different notes & vocabulary terms--stuff like that. I never really had to study when I took chorus because of myself being in band in high school for all those years. It just kind of came naturally. After we'd finished studying, I started remembering my high school days and how far I've come since then. I remembered playing my flute in the band and all the wonderful friendships I made because of being part of that group. So yes...I did it...I pulled my flute case from out of hiding (I haven't touched it in over a year--at least.) and I began to play. I couldn't play as loud as I felt because I didn't want to disturb the whole house, but nonetheless, I played. I can't describe how good it felt, honestly. Then I remembered how amazing playing always made me feel; kind of the same feeling writing gives me. It takes all of my stress and problems away to the point of helping me to forget what I was even worried about in the first place.
Call me a nerd, dork, whatever. I've heard it all. It was just nice to play again :)
So welcome back old friend...