Am I Too Old For Piano Lessons?

There are too many things that I regret not doing or following through with when I was growing up and/or in college.  I’m at a point in my life where I don’t want to keep looking back at the “shouldda, couldda, wouldda’s” anymore.

For example, I wish I had been able to go on a road trip with my best friends in college.  Sure, I got to go to Orlando with AdFed, but that was for school research.  I’m talking about a just for the heck of it drive to wherever for whatever reason just because we WANT to go, not because we SHOULD.  Today, all of my best friends and I are too busy to even think to do such a thing.  Who knows if we’d be able to sync vacation times in order to even attempt that now.  They’re all pretty much married now, and I’m sure the babies will start popping out pretty soon for some of them.   That road trip ship has sailed, at least maybe until retirement.  =P

Perhaps the biggest thing I  regret with every fiber of my being is quitting piano lessons.  I think I was enrolled for only about 6 months before I stopped going when I was about 8 years old.  I just don’t think I was mature enough at the time to fully appreciate the privilege that I was given.  I got bored with it because all my cousins were playing outside having fun when I had to practice.  Also, my lessons were in Beaumont, so it was very inconvenient for my parents to hurry from work in Beaumont, pick me up from school in Fannett and then rush me back to Beaumont to lessons.  I’m thankful for their attempt to make that kind of sacrifice for me, but I just wish we all could have encouraged each other to stick to it.

I have always been pretty musically inclined, thanks to my parents and other family members, but I consider myself mediocre at best when it comes to my abilities as a musician.  My singing skills are just so-so considering what I’ve been given to work with (I can hear and sing simple harmonies pretty easily and maintain the pitch pretty well, but my breath support is worthless).  I can play the guitar, but I don’t know nearly as much about the instrument and the scales on it as I should.  I typically hear a song I want to learn, find the chords on the Internet, and then learn it.  I’m sure I could do so much more if I actually sat down and tried to better understand placement of notes and chords on the guitar.

It’s been YEARS since I’ve really read music.  At least 8, almost 9 years to be exact.  We cheat at church most of the time by just having the letter names of the chords on top of the lyrics we sing because my dad nor Nick’s Uncle Steve can read notes AT ALL.

I really and truly want to take up piano again, but there’s this fear within me that’s holding me back.  I just come up with all these silly excuses:  Not enough time, too expensive, I won’t be able to learn as quickly…etc.  So honestly, the only thing that’s really stopping me is ME.  I want to turn the regrets into accomplishments.

Why’d You Have To Go & Make Things So Complicated?

Oh, Avril — thanks for your first hit. (I’m not a big fan of hers, but it works for what I’m thinking).

Life’s become pretty crazy these days, but then again when isn’t it? I’m in this whirlwind of happiness and confusion that’s making me all kinds of dizzy. I’ve been trying to handle all of the trials that life is throwing at me by taking a step back and focusing on how much I have to be thankful for, but sometimes that can be difficult.

I’ve been going to therapy for the past couple of months, and I truly believe it’s helped me some. It’s at least helped me identify my problems, but I understand the rest is up to me to attempt to conquer on my own. I just wish my motivation would come back. I just don’t seem to care as much as I used to, and that’s a TERRIBLE feeling. I am pretty sure that I know the majority of the reasoning behind my apathetic tendencies, but at this point, those things seem irreparable. Ugh.

On a happier note, I just got hired at the Lamar Institute of Technology to be their new Graphics & Publications specialist. Cheers to better pay, better benefits and hopefully better everything else as well. I get to check out my new office — YES, I get my OWN office — on Monday morning. Needless to say, I’m pretty darned excited!

So much has happened since I last updated.  I went to New York in June with Nick and his dad, I got my new job at LIT, I’ve been doing freelance design, and all kinds of other fun stuff. I hate that the only times I care to update my blog are very late at night. By the time I write a couple of paragraphs, I get too sleepy to think clearly to write anything else that’s worth a damn. It’s time for some rest. Here’s hoping I make some time and effort to blog again sooner than 5 months from now.

Baby, It’s Cold Inside.

It’s been too long.  Sorry.

It’s surprisingly cold here in Southeast Texas.  It’s literally only 26º outside!  Isn’t that something?  Funny how it’s cold outside because it feels cold inside too.

I don’t mean in the buildings I have to be in all day (well, maybe except for my cubicle at work when someone leaves the door to the storage closet open because they have to keep that room cold since all of our servers are in there).  For the most part, I’m talking about inside my brain.  It’s just cold — nothing’s growing, nothing’s flowing, flourishing or forming.

Hopefully this will go away sooner than when spring comes.  If my creative juices are flowing with the seasons, that’s no bueno.  It’s been a long winter, and as much as I adore cute coats, scarves and snuggling when it’s cold outside,  I can’t afford for the winter to continue inside.  Speaking figuratively is starting to lose its charm in this post.  No more (for now).  ha

But yeah, I haven’t been feeling very creative lately.  I’m kind of in this dry burnt out spell.  Honestly, I could REALLY use a vacation, but I don’t have enough PTO left to go anywhere too fun.  I stupidly used one of my PTO days for my interview in Houston (see previous post) because I was a little too over-excited about finally having that privilege, and I figured the outcome would have been different.  Just so ya know, I declined the offer.  I didn’t think the position was worth uprooting my entire life for at that time…

I’m hoping that the following will help me “get my mojo back” soon:

  1. working on my website
  2. therapy…yes, I too am going loco.
  3. arts & crafts projects for Krystal & Ross’s upcoming nuptials
  4. more trips to the gym
  5. hugs from Nick (those usually solve most things anyway)

A little research on the side has been helping me a bit too.  I used to frequently visit www.graphic-exchange.com a lot when I needed inspiration.  I believe I discovered this site thanks to one of my former art professors, Prince Thomas.  I’m fairly certain that I’m in need of an evening of perusing other designers’ work to get  that little spark crackling again.  I love this:

If only everyone knew this about designers...

7 Rules about understanding designers

I’ve begun working on my website design again.  I’m actually quite happy with the direction it’s going in now that I’ve stepped away from it for a few months.  My goal is to be done with it by the end of February.  Haha which probably means it’ll be done by the end of March or April.  Blah, I’m terrible.  (I’ll probably discuss my lack of motivation in the therapy…)

Well, that’s all  for now, friends.  Till next time — stay warm.

Something to hold

With all the kick ass graphics that exist in RGB land these days, you’d think that we’d be satisfied with them and want to save trees by making EVERYTHING digital. But there’s just something about having a solid object in your hand printed on sexy paper with groovy colors and lovely textures that we (well, at least some of us) can’t resist. I know I am one of those people.

I’ve been dying to learn more about working in print. I’ve only had the opportunity to work mostly in RGB for work since I make web ads all the live long day. I’ve been fortunate enough to be chosen by my great friends Emily & Russ to make their wedding invitations & save the date cards, but we sent them elsewhere to get printed. I want to learn how to print stuff myself on the paper I want to use. I yearn to fully understand what colors work best on what papers, different weights, dot gains, and all that other fun printy terminology.

At the same time, I’m lazy. I like the fact that I don’t have to worry too much about whether the colors I’ve chosen are going to print correctly. Haha — so bad.