Distractions

I have my second guitar lesson tonight. Haven’t practiced as much as I would have liked given my busy schedule and having been away for a week, but I’m trying to keep my expectations in check on this goal. This one is gonna take a while. If you’d been at my first lesson, you’d understand why.

Not to mention my head is in 38 different places right now. Dance still tops the list, and now guitar, chorale (for which I’m also designing a website and managing social media), square dancing (shut up), this blogging thing, and a full-time job. And somewhere in all of this, I’m supposed to make time for some kind of personal life. Or so I’m told.

“What’s wrong with you?!” some of you ask. I ask myself the same question sometimes, especially after weeks straight of getting home late and getting up early and being a total zombie because I’m so tired. Or when I neglect responsibilities or people or myself because I’m too busy in a class, or practicing something or daydreaming of how I’d really like things to be.

There are many possible answers to that question. I’ve always loved music and all things artsy, but perhaps I’m experiencing some kind of renaissance and I’m now especially compelled to learn and create. Maybe it’s mid-flamenca-life crisis that’s pushing me to try new things or make up for younger years when I put artistic efforts on hold. I joke about having adult A.D.D … Maybe I truly do need constant and varied stimulation to stay focused. Or maybe being on continuous go leaves no time to be upset, worried and pissed off about the things that typically upset me, worry me or piss me off.

Choose the answer(s) you feel are most accurate.

One thought on “Distractions

  1. One day I would like to embark on learning Flamenco guitar. Stick to it. The most romantic thing in the universe is the suprasternal notch of a master at the castanets, while playing castanets. Check the second piece with Paco Pena. http://youtu.be/wq0ZLCvvwsY

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