I’m a big traditional person. Like, sit in your regular spot at the family table kind of traditional. I’m that girl that will fight for that. And today I almost threw multiple tantrums. If it weren’t for the whole “thankful, content” theme of the day. First of all, I had to prepare my stomach for two feasts. All other years we go to Nana’s on one day and Grandma’s on another. To make things easier. But no, today we changed it up. Today we did both in one day. Today I probably doubled my normal calorie intake. Not normal. Strike one. I was already thrown off and we hadn’t even gone to anyone’s house yet. Oh, and then at Grandma’s 1:00 pm feast we all decided we’d have our meal buffet style. What. No. Grandma, we always pass the dishes around. What are we doing? I refuse. So I sat down at the table but no one brought me a dish. After awhile of waiting to see if anyone else would be as livid as I was that we were having our Thanksgiving meal buffet-style , I walked over t...
I got caught between Summer and Fall's loud argument on my run today, as the summer sun singed my skin and the fall breeze tousled my hair. Summer is like that crazy aunt who won't leave when the party is clearly over. And the entire universe is getting sick of pleasantries and manners. Fall is about to take its predecessor's spotlight, and I was running through the midst of the awkward and marvelous conversation. And I don't like confrontation, but something about saying one final good-bye to heat and sweat, while simultaneously greeting the fall's cool temperatures was nothing like the usual disagreements I generally ignore. So I ran through the seasons' quarrel and John Piper was getting passionate. I smiled as the pain my stomach from the numerous potato chips I regretfully consumed the night before while camping subsided. I smiled because my miles to go were dwindling. I smiled because Fall was clearly winning this dispute I was caught between. I smiled ...
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I weren't a music major. What I would do with those two extra hours a day. How much more fun would I have? How much LESS stressed would I be every day of the year?! How many dumb music jokes would I be spared from listening to????? And summers, dear Lord...summers would NOT involve practicing piano. Man, if I weren't about to be a senior and hadn't already put hundreds of hours into this "senior recital" thing, I would be seriously tempted to abandon it all and just move to Boston, quite possibly giving that music department a finger they may be offended by. Kiiiiidding. Secretaries can't say that. I should be practicing right now. I have this schedule of things to memorize each week but there's this one song I hate and always leave until the end and by then I have no motivation and by that time my legs are stuck to the piano bench and getting up rips a layer of skin off and then I bang on the key...
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