Blahg
My current schedule allows me quite a bit of free time. It looks like this:
Monday:
9am WW
10am WW
11am WW
12pm Lullabies
2pm Piano
3pm Piano
4pm Piano
5pm Piano
Tuesday:
Day off! Yoga at noon.
Wednesday:
3:30pm Piano
4:30pm Piano
Thursday:
4pm Voice
5pm Voice
6:30pm Private lesson
7pm Private lesson
Friday:
9am WW
10am WW
11am WW
1pm WW
4pm Private lesson
4:30pm Private lesson
Saturday / Sunday:
Probably at least one bday party gig
Mondays and Fridays are jam-packed, but Tuesday Wednesday Thursday I have tons of time to myself. I think I would appreciate this more if it were not winter and leaving the house was a little less daunting. I always am better off when my time is scheduled rather than unscheduled, and many hours alone in my house leads to a whole lot of nothing. Like usually I'd rather take my free time in chunks than in days at a time. I'm not complaining... I just need to get better at motivating myself to DO things.
My general feeling of winter blahs was not helped by some tragic news this week. My aunt Lynn died on Sunday evening, rather suddenly. She has been sick and battling all kinds of physical challenges for most of her life, but her death came right out of the blue during a period when it seemed she was on the up and up. She was only 40. I'm thinking a lot about my uncle Karl and her son Eric and the challenge of grief this is going to leave them. It is heartbreaking. Going home for the funeral on Saturday.
Anybody have tips for escaping these winter doldrums? Or for self-motivation? I've got half of a song I could finish writing, a piano and a guitar to practice, some books to read, some classroom songs I could practice/learn.... Writing this blog post has left me feeling slightly accountable to you, dear readers, so maybe that will encourage me to get more done.
On the other hand there is just so much I could Google!
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I find Googling quite educational - and fun - but then the entire day goes by and of course there's facebook, and email and . . . and. . .
Did you know that Grandma used to put onions in the frying pan when Grandpa got home to make him think something was cooking?
For some reason this occurred to me during this train of thought. . .
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