… but not a lot to say.
My mind is going 500 miles a minute, to 14 different places, and I’m hoping my body can just keep up. Shall we take a brief peek into my brain?
I’ve been heavily consumed in the thought of going back to school. That thought scares me as much today as it did on Monday when I started thinking about it. I suppose I’ll have to think about it some more. I hope to have some time next week to call an old friend who is currently practicing Music Therapy and hopefully she can shed some honest light on the school she went to, the program and being new in the field. I can talk all day long to advisors at schools. They have been doing Music Therapy for years… years and years. However, I want to talk to someone who’s only been out of school for a bit. Someone who’s still fresh, still learning, still excited. Needless to say, I’m more excited about that phone conversation than I’ve been about any conversation in ages.
I’ve also been finding ‘keep me busy’ projects to do in the office as I’ve been sitting with more free time on my hands. I’ve been helping out my old (by old I mean, ex) boss in our Programming Department organize the local musicians for the upcoming performance of South Pacific. Have I mentioned lately that I love musicians? They are quirky, picky, snobby, goofy, nerdy, smart, and passionate and I love, love, LOVE them. I’ve geeked out a bit (quit laughing, we all geek out and if you say you don’t then you’re lying… or you’re boring) getting to work on this project. I’ve been playing with sheet music, with musical scores, with CDs and have come away from it with paper cuts, dry fingers, permanent marker stains on my hands, and a deep, deep appreciation for what these musicians do for Walton Arts Center. They learn music – LOTS of music – in a very short amount of time and then perform it 8 times from the deep, dark dungeon that is our pit. Sure, they get paid, but still, I’m kind of in love with all of them.
I’ve also been consumed with spinning yarn and getting ready for the Fayetteville Farmer’s Market to begin in April. I’m kind of geeking out about that too. I love the market season for shopping reasons and for selling reasons. The thing with hand spun yarn and selling in person is when someone spies a yarn they like, it really doesn’t matter the price, they are going to buy it. It’s nice that I’m not the only person in the world like that. I suppose yarn is like art in that sense. It’s one of a kind, if the yarnie doesn’t buy the yarn when they see it, it’s likely never going to be there again. I’m not going to lie to you, selling yarn is easy. However, spinning it does take finesse (I wouldn’t want to fool you into thinking my job is completely easy). Actually, I’ve got so much yarn spun if the market were to start tomorrow, I’d be good to go. I just need to get a banner/sign made for my booth.
And last, but certainly not least, I’ve been dealing with torso issues since July. I call them torso issues because parts of my torso have been tormenting me and I don’t want to go into details (’cause tummy issues aren’t fun to read about). I went to the doctor who referred me to a specialist. Guys, when people say there is nothing wrong with our current healthcare system, then I’d like them to explain why it took me 5 months, yes, 5 months to see a specialist? That is 5 months where my issue could have been so serious it killed me while I waited. Thankfully it wasn’t. So anywho, I saw the specialist they gave me some pills. Those pills didn’t work so they gave me some more. Those haven’t worked. My sister, who is a fear monger, sent me some scary stories of woman (some dead now, some not) who’s situations sound eerily familiar to mine. That part where I said some are dead now left me worried, very worried. So another call to my doctor and I get to have a procedure done on March 22 which will hopefully rule out some other issues. I don’t say I hope they find something because there really is only one thing they can find with that procedure and that one thing is not something I’d like to have, so I prefer rule out.
So anyways – yeah, my mind is all over the place. I’ll just end this post with the classic TGIF, because Lord knows I need a weekend right about now.