Ok its June people. June. The semester is more than half over.
I just registered for my last semester of coursework which doesn't seem real.
Its amazing how far I have come. I was sitting with a friend as she practiced and told me her frustrations in learning the cello.
There are so many walls. So many hurdles. She has come so far.
As I thought more, so have I.
I thought about how I played when I first came to school here. I couldn't play a scale with a concrete fingering. What a joke. My teacher even asked me if I was sure I wanted to be a music major. I was that bad.
I felt so lost when I came to BYU-Idaho. I knew where I wanted to go but didnt know how to get there. That was over two years ago.
I am giving an hour long recital in the Fall. In it, I will play an entire Bach cello suite memorized, an entire Mendelssohn Sonata with my sister accompanying me and a Popper requiem with some of my closest friends. Things are going so well. How could it get any better?
Then I think of where I will be a few years from now.
Colin will be working.
I'll be a mom.
Maybe I'll have students.
Maybe I'll have a garden.
Maybe I'll live by a sister.
Maybe I'll steal away late at night and fulfill the guilty pleasure of playing my beautiful cello.
Maybe I'll have a piano.
Maybe I'll leave my husband home for a weekend and go visit Mom.
The possibilities are endless. But whichever of those possibilities manifest themselves will be better than the best future I could dream up.
So things will be different. But the future will always be good. Whatever it is.