It's late February and it feels like late spring. The clouds are gone, the sun is out, and while it may not be exactly balmy out there, I can't help but raise my face to the sky and soak in what warmth there is. The sky has all the endless blue of a June afternoon... the kind of color you just want to leap into and never look back. We are leaving winter well behind and I can't say I'm sorry.
My concerto is memorized. Playing through it is a terrific feeling. Yeah, it's probably one of the easiest out of the 6 or so people who will be playing in the piano department's Concerto Competition semifinals. Yeah, it's not the longest. But it's beautiful and romantic and playing it makes me feel like I've achieved something. I'm no virtuoso, but I relish what I do and it reminds me why I love it so much.
I've got a second wind for this quarter. My depression seems to have lifted with the bad weather... this week is going to be crazy, but I feel like I can do it. I really think I can. Next quarter is going to be all kinds of insane, but I'm not even going to think about it right now. In a few weeks I'm going to Georgia... it will be sunny and gorgeous and I will be on the EAST COAST. For the first time in a while I am starting to feel beautiful. I don't need some guy to tell me I look pretty, because I can look in the mirror and see it for myself. I am strong, I am talented, I have plans and ambitions.
Now I just have to get over this stupid cold and I will be ready to take on the world.
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