I don’t think I have been this much of a bum in a long time. I woke up this morning at 10 and am still in my pajamas. Yes, it’s that bad. But I feel that somehow I deserve a little break. No one deserves this much of a break, but then again I don’t think anyone deserves what I went through during finals week either. So I am experiencing the two extremes, and the world is balanced.
Although I have no plans for the next week at least, I am far from bored. In fact, I don’t even understand boredom. How can someone living in our world, with all the work to be done and fascinating things to learn about, possibly complain of boredom? I can understand a bored person at work, being forced to do tedious, mindless tasks. But during leisure time? If I have nothing to do, I practice. If I am tired of practicing, there are so many things to knit, read, bake, study, watch, create! Daniel and I made some awesome cookies.
I have knit quite a bit since the end of the semester. I knit my younger brother, Isaac, a dapper cardigan, which I will post later. I also started my own cardigan. I couldn’t settle for anything less than Mrs. Darcy’s cardigan (http://indieknits.wordpress.com/patterns-2/patterns/). I am a little less than halfway done. My goal is to finish it before I return to school.
I also knit a little lace bracelet for instant gratification, named Goldenrod.
After the frustrations of constant practice at school, I need some encouragement. I am reading a fascinating book entitled, “The Perfect Wrong Note” written by a professional pianist who attempts to explains the loss of creative vitality in children. Growing up, students are always warned not to make mistakes, when in fact, honest mistakes are sometimes the only way to really learn. I struggle with performance anxiety, and can often play a piece perfectly alone when onstage it sounds less fabulous. I am learning how to accept mistakes as learning opportunities, and remember why I love music.
I want the vitality of Gustavo Dudamel.
Until the next uneventful day, which may be tomorrow,
Rachel
