Getting Back on Track…

I tend to get down on myself when things seem to derail – even though those kind of disruptions are a part of life, the natural ebb and flow of things.

Last time I wrote I was not feeling very safe or comfortable in the area I was living in.  Now, thanks to the loser downstairs, I am completely out of that situation MUCH sooner than I had originally planned.  I’m living $350 cheaper a month.  I don’t have to worry about being verbally abused and harrassed for practicing and coming in and out of the house in the course of living my life.  I no longer feel terrified walking home from work at night.  I’m closer to the gym.  And so on.

I win.

I’m also not letting myself feel bad about the disruption it caused in my musical life.  These things happen.  Between the week vacation I took at the end of January (without my horn), returning and having to deal with moving, then having my mother here for a visit, getting the dreading ick that has been going around blah blah blah, I’m finally getting the playing back to speed.  Hope to make an unannounced public appearance real soon to kick off the year for me.  It’s all about choosing and making good choices.

Not much trombone in this post, but sometimes, it’s not about the trombone.

Out.