I’m just about to head out (on this no school day) to take Thing 1 to band rehearsal. They are preparing for a music festival next week and they all agreed (teenagers are awesome, btw) that they needed more work on their pieces. So, despite the fact that there is no school today there will be a band room full of sleepy, gangly, teenagers, trying their best to make marches sound remarkable and make their teacher proud.
Their teacher. This woman, you guys! She is a saint. She makes band fun. Yes, they work. Yes they are graded (because it is an actual, take-time-from-the-school-day class). No they do not all get easy perfect marks. It isn’t simply a boost to the aggregate. In fact there have been times when it has brought it down, but we are so very thankful for it.
I’ll be brief.
That was maybe a lie.
I am popping in here to post because I am starting to feel like if I don’t do that right now I might never do it again.
It’s not that I don’t have lots to say. (Umm hello! Have you met me*?!?) It’s more that I am trying to figure out a direction for my blog and whether or not the things I have to say are worthy to publish**.
Honestly, I don’t know why I care about that.
It’s not like hoards of people are lining up here to critique my every word or shame my choices. It’s a silly thing I really need to get over if I am to continue writing at all in this space.
The good news is that I am writing. (Here, there, and everywhere.) The bad news is that even after a couple of years of doing this I obviously still need a push.
I’ll get over myself momentarily.
Meanwhile, thanks for sticking around. You are nice.
- Most of you probably have. Go ahead. Tell the people. I am one loquacious Peady.
** Worthy? Who cares? Hitting publish right now! No picture or SEO or anything. Oooooh! Risky!