"with all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams .... it is still a beautiful world. Strive to be happy".
Nice quote . Striving to be happy is an interesting concept. There are a few moments in life where I have been truly happy, and they have been most unexpected, haha. Striving to get to that place... well, it will be an odd thing to learn how to do.
one of the top females in her class with a flawless GPA and much promise, \I was writing theses my sophomore year and debuting lecture recitals that would begin my dissertation and an investigative study abroad program that I was working on getting funded.
I quickly learned that there was no way that I could single-handedly fund my university life, and in the United States, until you turn 25, you are still considered a dependent unless you're married.
I was never "allowed" to have a job because employment was labeled as a distraction in my household. Despite the bills that were stacking up, I enrolled in a 20 hour schedule and got a job working nights....
I am in counseling, therapy, whatever you wish to deem it, but honestly, I would like a few musicians' input on having to deal with this particular issue. My musical friends at the University act like I have died, and I cannot bear to show my face on campus because they tip toe around me. I am their leper.
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I am no longer immobilized by depression (I have always been hyper-proactive,
Greek ethics and morality, but basically classical studies in general. I had worked said minor into my schedule already, and had plans to integrate it into my musical scheme. It was a huge part of the lecture recital I was completing for this semester.... I was working on a bit of an integration study with the arts and the classical ideas, particularly with the Greeks. The literature covered in the program was the fundamental aspect of the prospective dissertation.... I was logging about 5 to eight hours of practice every other day in my high school years, and I wasn't even concentrated piano.
Uhm, that's an affirmative on the military status. Highly decorated, of very high rank with a very fine education and the money to get whatever he wants. That's about as far as I will go with details, but let's just say the man has been behind more than a few key operations and has the badges and letters to prove it.
Striving to be happy is an interesting concept. There are a few moments in life where I have been truly happy, and they have been most unexpected, haha. Striving to get to that place... well, it will be an odd thing to learn how to do.
I grew up on a farm. Entirely isolated. Three people on 600 acres, if it gives you any idea. I left pianostreet originally because I wasn't allowed to have an e-mail address and they found out I was talking about music with other artists instead of practicing all the time. I was logging about 5 to eight hours of practice every other day in my high school years, and I wasn't even concentrated piano. x x x x x x x x . . . . .. . I would go out of their "radar" for a few hours at a time, not answer one of the 20 phone calls everyday, etc. A girl's gotta take a shower and go to the gym sometime. Everything, from what I ate to whether or not I was "allowed" to spend time dancing in the studio, was called into question. Like I said, ultimate control. I wasn't "allowed" to have friends of either sex. They were a distraction.