My home students are in their third week of lessons, and I began my ballet class accompanying job last week. Today was my first day at the music conservatory.
My days are long and full, but I'm loving it. Week days entail roughly ten hours at the piano - either practicing, teaching, or accompanying (or all three). I guess it's a good thing I love what I do, right?
Always checking my "balance temperature," because I know how easily my obsessive work ethic can spike to dangerously high levels. Some days it doesn't all get checked off the list. And that's because some things are more important. (Like dog park dates with Ty and Brook, feeding my family, and spending time with a sister who lives out of the country most of the year.)
Slowly I'm becoming okay with the fact that there will be always be work left incomplete. So thankful for people in my life who understand that hardship and fight alongside me.
Enough about humans. ;)
Brooklyn has realized that if she wants to be close to me, she has to be near the piano. She brought her blanket out of her crate and dragged it to the piano last week. The habit has countinued. How cute is that?! Don't worry,though, Brooklyn still gets daily exercise and more than her fair share of affection. :)
See?
Yes, I'm blogging from bed. And yes, she's sitting completely on top of me.
I have a scheduled break between students up at the conservatory. During my break today I got my hands on this beauty (literally!) for an hour.
I teach from two different "studios." One of them happens to be a church sanctuary.
I guess it's not too shabby. (You'd better believe I was geeking out!)
And my other studio is a room with a lovely window.
I am still shocked that all of this has fallen into place. I feel blessed far beyond my expectations and needs. I don't deserve any of this. I hope to keep this perspective as the new becomes the everyday. I want to marvel when it's the mundane.
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