spaceboy135
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Earlier today I was feeling really bored, antsy, wanting to do something CONSTRUCTIVE so I wouldn't feel like a loser (aka no Starcraft 2 or watching my roomie's Simpsons or Seinfeld DVDs). Seriously-- I was writing a huge journal entry wondering if I'd done right in stopping doing so many of my old hobbies for moral reasons. (For example: I don't try to get really buff anymore because I consider it to be a form of self-validation. I also did boxing and powerlifting and youth group ministry for the same reaons-- I omitted everything that was done for any reason other than that it was fun.)
So after I went running at sunset (in which I don't measure distance by miles anymore; I just say "I ran really far away" so I don't have to keep up with how long or far I've run), I came back inside and started drawing a picture of my brother and his wife slow-dancing on their wedding night, using one of their wedding photos on Facebook. I was listening to slow vocal jazz while doing this with my big speakers plugged into my laptop, and I'm telling you, the music and the subject I was drawing fused together like peanut butter and jelly. It was magical. The sweeter the songs were, the more I was in love with the two people in the picture. (No, I'm not gonna post it up here. I'm only a third of the way done with it.)
I think that that cracked open the lid to the boredom box I've been trapped in... Because once I've got my mind thinking creatively and productively instead of vegging out to SPW, television, and games, things start to seep in: like all of a sudden wanting to read a book about Creationism, or go online and do research on Tolstoy (one of my heroes-- we have very similar personalities), write BRIEF philosophical rants in my notebook, etc... This is the way I was this past summer when I was doing lots of research on my favorite authors and working out on my bicycle everyday, playing my $25 piano before the ceiling caved in on it, and working on my novel. I'm not all the way there yet. But zest for life feels attainable again.
Can't wait to be in the music world again. I got a fiddle for Christmas, but don't want to start playing it till I get the shoulder rest in the mail, since it hurts to hold the instrument without it. But now I'm also itching to get my saxophone out of the back of the closet too and take lessons again, because tonight one of the jazz vocalists I heard was Julia Fordham, singing "The World Keeps Spinning". If I could get good enough to make my saxophone sound like her voice, I would never put it down...
So after I went running at sunset (in which I don't measure distance by miles anymore; I just say "I ran really far away" so I don't have to keep up with how long or far I've run), I came back inside and started drawing a picture of my brother and his wife slow-dancing on their wedding night, using one of their wedding photos on Facebook. I was listening to slow vocal jazz while doing this with my big speakers plugged into my laptop, and I'm telling you, the music and the subject I was drawing fused together like peanut butter and jelly. It was magical. The sweeter the songs were, the more I was in love with the two people in the picture. (No, I'm not gonna post it up here. I'm only a third of the way done with it.)
I think that that cracked open the lid to the boredom box I've been trapped in... Because once I've got my mind thinking creatively and productively instead of vegging out to SPW, television, and games, things start to seep in: like all of a sudden wanting to read a book about Creationism, or go online and do research on Tolstoy (one of my heroes-- we have very similar personalities), write BRIEF philosophical rants in my notebook, etc... This is the way I was this past summer when I was doing lots of research on my favorite authors and working out on my bicycle everyday, playing my $25 piano before the ceiling caved in on it, and working on my novel. I'm not all the way there yet. But zest for life feels attainable again.
Can't wait to be in the music world again. I got a fiddle for Christmas, but don't want to start playing it till I get the shoulder rest in the mail, since it hurts to hold the instrument without it. But now I'm also itching to get my saxophone out of the back of the closet too and take lessons again, because tonight one of the jazz vocalists I heard was Julia Fordham, singing "The World Keeps Spinning". If I could get good enough to make my saxophone sound like her voice, I would never put it down...