Continuing to clean out my closet and I come across a *super* worn-out 4 layer black/neon pink/silver studded belt…
…currently cringing + having Vietnam war flashbacks of my middle school phase…
(this is an artifact I’m saving for my great-great-grandchildren)
So this person that I really dig surprised me with soft baked cookies this afternoon.
Marriage potential = activated.
(yo okay, maybe not that far but the gesture was extremely appreciated)
I’m finally enjoying tailgating + college game days like my old self, partly due to no more undergrad pressure/stress/drama/blah/etc.
What a great Saturday it’s been.
Life is good. Music is good.
Extremely happy with the decision to continue studying world music this semester; I could get lost in other cultures’ musical colors for hours.
Torn between going out/having another evening adventure and staying in to watch documentaries for hours.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
- St. Augustine of Hippo (via musingsoflove
Ah, the glorious caloric intake @ birthday parties…
So I’m working on a composition and my Finale 2014’s playback is lagging like crazy, making these warm-up chorales sound…almost demonic.
Having my parents constantly reminding of how proud they are of me never fails to make me emotional.
The blessing of being able to take care of my loved ones via my passion is still unreal to me.
This is a reality that I sincerely wish for every aspiring, young musician out there: those few of you with parents/family that 100% support your calling, don’t ever take that shit for granted. For those of you that are still struggling with a family that doesn’t “get it” yet, be patient - be constant and unwavering in your passion and talent. Continue to progress and achieve and they will turn it around.
When you get to where you want to be, don’t ever forget to repay and take care of those that had your back since day one. Don’t sellout and stay true to your roots.
Family isn’t bounded just by blood or name, but always remember those who helped make you.
Always aim to be the hardest working, the most passionate, the most faithful and loyal, the most selfless.
Stick to your guns! Your dreams are valid, no matter what part of the journey you’re on.
Book/street-smarts can take you far,
but it’s your heart that will carry you to what you want to accomplish.