I went to sleep feeling like I swallowed a rock. Seriously, what do they put in that stuff? I'm sure it will be at least another year before I forget that feeling.
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So here I am... musician out of school. I'm beginning to learn that music, unlike some other careers, doesn't really start out as a ready, set, go kind of career. I'm teaching a lot, which I love, and I'm performing a lot with orchestras, which is also pretty great. I'm setting up my own recitals (I'm aiming for 1-2 a year, and I've got this year's set for March), and I've got a network of chamber musicians that, soon enough, may even start playing in front of people.
I know, I know, I make myself sick, too. If Dan Savage was a career advice columnist that I wrote in to, he'd ask me what the hell my problem was. And I guess I'm just paying my dues... paying for health insurance, living from paycheck to paycheck, waiting for the fulltime job to come along.
Perhaps I need a hobby... I've spent all of grad school not knowing of anything else to do except violin. And now... I have no other interests. I'd definitely be open to suggestions, especially if there was a hobby that made me rich and/or thin.
Tom keeps trying to remind me that things will get better in June... he's moving down here, we're gonna get a condo or townhouse, and move closer to everything and everybody. We can start to be a real couple, plan a wedding, and in a year and a half, I can cozy in to the chicque working wifey persona I kind of always secretly wanted.
One thing is for sure... Arby's will never help my attitude.
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