Sundays are not easy - the long shift. Not as long as some, longer than others, but always looming, waiting to suck up a day of my life to serve the mostly young and beautiful who are stopping in for respite from a moderately brutal New York Summer day to indulge in a perspiring Pilsner, fresh-out-the-fryer, asiago-dusted french fries and the ever zippy, ever playful, Blue Point oyster. I know. It's my job. I get it. I'm just saying it wears on me.
Lo, survival occurs. Always a good thing.
On an AWESOME note, I recently finished reading Dancing Wu-Li Masters, though I feel it important to stress the distinction between read and retain in this instance. Still, it opened me up to the possibility that very mystical systems in the realm of the very small account for an illusion of stability in the realm of the everyday. Better yet, it opened me to the possibility that the former could be acted upon to affect the latter.
Open to that possibility, I have begun reading Pursuit of Happiness, and am already feeling its benefits.
I have been working my hands ASSES off. Woodshedding does a body good - I'm working on bringing my non-dominant left up to speed and control of my right. I have been trying to teach myself to be ambidextrous, brushing my teeth with my left hand, writing southpaw, chopsticking leftly. Just in case it might help. I've been feeling more confident in my playing than ever before, and I just want to practice all of the times.
Also started ear training with David Lucas Birge, who's quite a goof. I want to have coffee with that guy. He seems too nice to drink. I'd like to prove to myself perfect pitch can be learned. What musician wouldn't?
I have been playing guitar. Like, writing music. It's a lifetime process I'm just beginning maybe a little later than I should have, but at least I'm giving it a shot. Hey, it might be fun. And it might be good!
I'm trying to find my role in a budding business venture, I'm trying to find cohorts, I'm trying to find my purpose. It's big times, y'all, and it's happening now.
Well, I feel better. If you don't also feel better, here's a kitty playing the piano!
