Summer's been good to me.
It's interesting to look back over all those weeks, now that I am literally on the cusp of fall. I exceeded expectations in many things, overcame problems, survived traumas and clashes, and... didn't accomplish some things (namely, perfecting--or even working on--scales and arpeggios. Oh well).
Would I be the same person I am now if I hadn't worked at camp? I don't know. I'm going into the new school year with a very different perspective than the one I had a year ago. I know what to expect, who to look for, who I'm thrilled to be seeing again. I know that I will be stretched in this coming year and I'm pumped to see how I can grow even more as a pianist, given the phenomenal amount I learned last year.
But camp taught me a lot about the person I am away from school--a teacher, leader, mentor.... things I just don't do that much during the school year. I learned that I can do them, though, and that has given me just enough courage to maybe try them this coming year. At some point I need to start teaching piano, and now seems as good a time as any.
Can I do it?
Yes.
If I hadn't worked at camp this summer, I don't think I would be able to say that.
Looking ahead, letting go of everything here isn't quite so traumatic as it was last fall. I've barely been here all summer anyway, so the last twenty days have given me just enough time to settle in a bit and get used to the routine before going back to the grindstone. I'm just going from one familiar place to another, so I'm not really having any "oh my God, I'm leaving them all behind" kind of panicky moments. I am realizing just how much crap I have, though.
Now I'm just rambling aimlessly. Time for bed.
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