You may have noticed that I am not posting as much lately. The things that have been running through my mind these days are too personal, too negative, or too boring to share with the world.

The general reaction about my blog this year has not been kind. I can see that my writing has taken a turn for the worse.  Maybe I'm losing my touch.

I am going to take a break from writing for a little bit. Maybe sometime in the future I will pick it back up in full swing. In the meantime, I'll only post if I really feel the need.

I didn't really have the best day yesterday.
My flute is in desperate need of repair.
I'm graduating my master's program with a 4.0 GPA.
Two weeks till Florida.
I need chocolate. Or a drink. Or a chocolate drink.

I have a master's degree.






What the heck.

Graduation day... GO!

I heard a flute concerto on the radio the other day. Not only did I know which concerto it was (Karl Stamitz GM), but I was able to identify who was playing. I've never heard the recording before, but James Galway has the most identifiable flute sound that I know.

Flute nerd.

13 sneezes two days ago. 17 yesterday. It's 10:51 and I'm up to two already. Sick of this (pun intended).

School ended two days ago. I graduate with my master's degree in less than a week!

It seems like time is just flying now. It's that time of the year when everybody's life starts to change. I've seen some high schoolers out at restaurants for prom lately. That really brings me back. It's really hard to believe that it's been 6 years since high school graduation. It feels like just yesterday that I was walking across the rain-soaked stage myself. So much has changed since then. I mean... I live in Arizona now. I can't say that I would have predicted that six years ago.

I suppose my goal has always been the same. For as long as probably any of you readers can remember, I've been wanting to play flute for a living. Still playing flute, still full steam ahead. Nothing has changed there.

At the same time, it's really difficult for me to forget my past.  I cannot wait to be back in Florida again. As great as it is here, I just miss home. I miss it. It's sad when it happens to be raining on a t.v. show that I'm watching, and that makes me miss home.

Even if I'm going to be working the whole time I'm there, even if things have changed slightly every time I return, it'll be good to be back again. It always is.

First 100 degree day of the year on Wednesday. Derp.

Summertime is coming...

Listening to Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra. I used to think this was a boring piece for music. How or why I thought that is beyond me. Wow, what fire!

Just watched Obama's speech on the death of Osama Bin Laden.  I have never felt more proud to be American.

Sometimes I just have to stop and wonder at how good God is... and how not good I am.