This week I made a quick trip back to Boston and enjoyed the unusually pleasant weather for half a day or so (you know, it’s Boston!). The short getaway was enough to leave me recharged and refreshed, given how deprived I am of real travel. Adulting certainly doesn’t come with weekly vacations, only penny-pinching and finding gratitude while doing so.
The snow had long melted, so the better part of my trip was spent on taking long walks through quiet, tree-lined streets. A luxury I can’t begin to appreciate. I thought about the cold winter nights leaving the practice rooms, pulling all-nighters to make that 8am deadline, and spending hours and hours at the piano transcribing, frustrated and tired.
It would be unwise to still complain about anything that can’t be changed. The only thing I wish I had, is more trust in the self. Just enough to cultivate some space, and a little awareness, for when fears struck.
Lest I forget, the experience is what I’m after, and what brings me here, regardless of what it entails.