I got my wisdom teeth out on Friday. You know you’re busy when you have to schedule your painful experiences around your busyness. I anticipate being able to fully enjoy some turkey this week, but for now I am still feeling like quite a puff. I had a moment when coming off of the anesthesia where I thought it had not lasted long enough, and was awake for the surgery. I think this was inevitable after seeing the movie Awake a few years ago. Luckily I was not, in fact, in a living nightmare, but just in a gauzy, hazy, bleedy state.
I also learned something about myself this weekend. When heavily impaired by pain, or medication I still feel like I can handle things.
No you cannot eat a huge sandwich on sourdough bread.
No you cannot sleep in the car without bleeding on your jacket.
No you cannot skip a pain medicine dose because you’re ‘tough.’
I was blessed with a very skilled surgeon and my wonderful husband and Mom to take care of me. It is the experiences such as this that enable me to appreciate the small things in life like drinking from a cup, brushing my teeth, and not feeling like a truck hit my face.
I just wanted to share one of the Christmas gifts Ryan, I, Sara, and Corey got for my parents this year. I made this beautiful poster on snapfish.com, added a high end floating frame, and viola! Insta-Christmas-Tears I tend to prefer the sentimental gifts and this one contributed to my family’s most sentimental/teary Christmas ever.
We took these photos during our Pranksgiving Trip (pre Thanksgiving) on a sibling romp around the field with Phoebe the great dane.
Ryan and I are about to celebrate our 4th wedding anniversary on Wednesday. (aaaawww) We went to the cape this weekend on a little getaway thanks to Ryan’s Mom (thanks Mom!) There was much revelry, romance, movie watching, and beaches. Here’s a little slice of our trip…
In other news…
School at Berklee is good. I am studying music theory constantly.
I’m working a newish job at my school where I am a media content assistant. I am doing fun things as well as getting the chance to learn some new software like photoshop, dreamweaver, and final cut.
I’m trying to strike the balance between being a great musician as a writer and a player/singer. I have been focusing so much on writing and learning the fundamentals in my classes that I am trying to swing the pendulum back toward practicing more, and playing more excellent.
The hole in my heart where worship leading once sat has been growing increasingly large lately. I still feel it is a part of my calling, and the longer I am at Berklee, the more I realize how important worship is. Music for no purpose, or selfish purposes is so fleeting.
I am trying to use this summer to get my large rear back in shape, so we’ll see how that pans out.
I’m in a contemplative mood today so it is quite convenient that I found this nook at my school’s Cafe 939.
It is quite adorable and contemplativy.
I’m sitting here with my coffee, relieved that a huge project is turned in, and talking to my Dad on the phone. I think I’m genuinely one of those people who doesn’t take their families for granted. I might not talk to them as much as I should, but I sure know how blessed I am. I truly cannot believe I have them. Every moment with them is an extra blessing and there are so many who don’t have the same time or the same number of breaths…
I also spoke with my sister Sara about the song of hers I arranged for school (hence the turned in project). She wrote great lyrics and I rearranged the music. I love her so much. She is so grown up and loves the Lord so deeply. I feel as the older I get, the more I learn from her than she from me. The roles of childhood are so often reversed. My little brother Corey is a giant man now who beats me up and bosses me around, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So I settle into my new roles in the family as we all are in the morning of our adulthood. The distance is excruciating, but the love is increasing. At least for me it is.
I go home in a few short days. I’ll miss Sara, but I’ll see the rest of them including the giant puppies who I also deeply miss…. even the stupid cat.
Drew will make me giant lattes
Katie Bug and I will do a beach trip
and I’m sure there will be many other shenanigans and late nights…
The last couple weeks have been very interesting indeed. I was looking forward to a busy week at school, mom coming, and my concert followed by a trip to Florida when Dad showed up and surprised me in Boston. It was a great couple days. Mom visited, I played in the Berklee Contemporary Symphony Orchestra concert (pictured below) which was one of the best musical experiences I have had so far. I really am looking forward to orchestra again in the spring.
I began to come down with a cough and slight fever that night and the sickness took over after that. I panicked because I was supposed to sing and give the speech at Katie Bug’s wedding. I went to Florida and felt like death. It was strep throat. Thanks to some antibiotics and strong steroids I could sing about 80% which is better than none :]
And Donovan and Katie are married! What a beautiful day. I cried my share as did most involved. What a privilege to share in such a beautiful, romantic day. I love you Bug.
We got here safe, with all our luggage. My cello had a reoccurring injury happen whilst in baggage claim so fixing that with some epoxy is my next project. Having mom here is great. It would be weird to do this myself. I checked in with Berklee today. The people working the whole system (many of them student advisers) are so efficient and incredibly nice. They all seemed interested in me and never treated me like a number. Then, when mom and I went to this evening’s convocation ceremony (basically a welcoming event) the entire group of 68 student advisers had lined up for us in the foyer and were clapping and making sick beats while singing Thriller. At this point I said to myself, “Self, coming here was a good decision.” The whole ceremony was a lot of people talking to us and encouraging us and then a concert. It was pretty much amazing. I’m really not just saying that. The speakers really did inspire me.
It was an eventful day of many tears, saying goodbye, travel, bad coffee, no sleep, clam chowder, many bags, sore feet, and trying to figure everything out, but I still get the overwhelming sense this is where I belong in this season. The hard thing for me is I feel a little lost. I don’t think I knew how lost I would feel once I was here. It’s done I live here now I am a Berklee Student I have a lot of work ahead of me
My slate of my entire life has basically been wiped clean. May it cause me to run to Him and cling to my Saviour even more.
Sweet Jesus Christ my sanity Sweet Jesus Christ my clarity