What? June’s already over??
(Yes I know I’m late…bear with me.)
Wow, where to start? I’ve already done so much; I’ve traveled, written music, and procrastinated over school, what more is there to say?
I’m so undeniably happy and I never get tired of saying that. This year has been something absolutely wonderful. I feel like every month I find a new piece of me and this month I found notes on a page that sings a new melody.
Yes, that means I’m writing again.
I made it a resolution for 2018 not to forget about the music but would you believe it, that’s exactly what I did. For the first half of the year, I hadn’t written any new songs nor stepped foot in my piano room, but this month I broke the silence and played to remember why I loved it so much in the first place.
And all of a sudden, the voices of all the people who keep asking me why music is no longer my major flooded my mind. To each and every person who asked, I never gave a suitable answer and I’ll never understand why I’m so content with that. After all, music is quite possibly the only skill I’ve ever been able to admit I’m good at, yet I shy away from it. Why?
Maybe because I know I’ll always have it and that I don’t necessarily need a degree to certify who I am; a composer. I know I’m a composer and I know I can take all the musical classes I want without ever feeling the need to compete because I’m there for the sole purpose of having fun. I’m afraid that if I take my music too seriously, the happiness it brings me will die and my focus will not be the music itself but the query of will I ever be good enough?
I don’t want to pursue music for a grade, I want to pursue it for what it is, a synonym for all things beautiful.
Is that suitable?
For now it is.
Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I’ll see you next time on the blog.
Be seeing you. xX