It’s been weird lately – you know, with the two operas and the crazy working/practicing/etc life – and I’ve been thinking about the future at odd times, like in the bath, or when my iPod freezes while I’m on my bike and I have nothing to listen to until I can restart it at the next light.
I was going to write about discouragement and disappointment, about the ups and downs, about getting metaphorically kicked in the teeth and getting up and starting over again, but I’m tired. I’m still tired, and while I’m not complaining about having work for once, I know that this brief period of hecticness will be over soon and I will be back to the same obscure grind.
So, you ask me, I ask myself, what’s the point?
Why do we do this?
It’s the only explanation.
But at least we’re fun.