As Time Goes By

Well, it's trying to be Spring here in the mountains. It was warm for like a week, now we're calling for Winter-mix this weekend. Yuck. Ah well. At least I'm not battling inch thick pine pollen this year. My allergies are thankful. =)

This week started off not great. Tired, ready to be done, beyond ready to see friends from home, in need of a social life, all of these things coming together to take a toll mentally on me. Add on top of that some, admittedly needed, criticism from my intern supervisor, by Tuesday I was about to throw in the towel. Not on life, just on this week. No one call any hotlines, please. =) But after a few words of encouragement and a monologue to myself more or less summed up to "Suck it up, Steph", the week took a sharp turn around Wednesday. I suppose I'm starting to feel like I don't need supervision, I have been here 7 almost 8 months, but I so quickly forget I am still a student and I am most certainly not perfect. I can always improve. Oh, self awareness.

Graduation, the end of my internship, and then my board exams are all just around the corner. It seems like so recently I was sitting in my first class thinking about just how long it was going to be until the end was in sight. Now it's right in front of me and I just hope I'm ready.

Well, time for another session. Off to sing about a Purple Alligator. =)

Rhythm of Love

So, last time I posted the remix Rhythm of Love which is now often stuck in my head. I played it this morning for my middle school group, which is one of my most fun and enthusiastic groups, and they loved it! One student even told me so, unprompted, on her communication device. It's these little moments that make it all worth it.

In other news, I got a new workout DVD this weekend. It's one of the Biggest Loser things, and let me tell you- my legs are killing me today! But in a good way. I hope.

Had an awesome conversation with my best-ie, Christie today. Much needed, much loved. So good to talk to someone about everything going on in life, from friends, guys, what's up in our Spiritual lives, work, you name it, we talked about it. That is probably the number one thing I lack here- a really close friend who I can talk about absolutely anything with. All in good time, right?

This Week on The Intern

It's been a really good week. I had a seven year old ask me "How's life?" and a high school dance the Thriller. What beats that? Found a new favorite song, a MT friendly version of Rhythm of Love by the Plain White T's. Very fun. I like the original version as well, but this one is kid friendly. My echo microphone has become quite the popular item this week. Funny how something so simple that only costs a dollar can become something so exciting.

For your listening pleasure, here's the video of the PWTs song. And as it's me... I can't get the video to shrink enough. Ah well. Visit www.listenlearnmusic.com for the original. =)

Revamp

Woah, look out!

New title, new picture up there, yay me! Enjoy the new look. Hopefully I'll be posting more MT related things, intern stuff, etc. as well as moments of my life. =)

Wasted Moments

You know, it's probably are really good thing I'm not really in charge. Like, of life. Mine, anyway. I can only imagine where I'd be if I were. I'd have a different major at a different school, I never would have come to VA because I would have never heard of Music Therapy. I wouldn't have my most amazing of friends who stick by me through thick and thin even when they're six hours away. They listen to me complain without trying to give me unwanted advice, they rejoice with me when I'm happy, they remind me that there's a much bigger picture for my life than what I can possibly see or imagine.

But just because I know that there's more for me than my small mind can possibly begin to wrap itself around, that doesn't stop me from trying. And when things don't go my way, or the way I think they should, when people end up not to be who I wanted them to be or thought them to be, when people walk out of my life, when I walk out of others... I can't say I'm always overjoyed. In fact, if I could count the amount of times I've lamented over one thing or another, the amount of time spent on someone not worth it, the number of times I've made myself feel less than I am because of someone else... That's a lot of wasted time. My goodness. Think of all the other things I could be doing. And think of how much better my life is than so many others. What right do I have to complain?

I'd like to say it won't happen, but that's a lie. I know it will. Because I have some strange thought in my head that what I want is what's best. Laughable. I'd really like to say that I won't be made to feel less than I am- less pretty than someone, whatever. But that probably won't happen. I can lose 30 lbs fairly easily. But retraining myself to think is a little harder.

Wacky Wednesday

Today's title is in honor of the great Dr. Suess who's birthday is today.
Perhaps if I rhymed the whole entry, I could tip my hat in another way.

Today was much better, I cannot deny.
My car is still soggy, but I remain dry.

My day started off well, although I didn't want to get out of bed,
But then a mom brought me a muffin from Our Daily Bread.

The day ended well, for dinner I made enchiladas.
...

I cannot think of something to rhyme with enchiladas.

The End.

The Puddle

This morning, I had flashbacks to this:


And this:



Translation: This morning, I had a nice puddle in my car. Yesterday, it rained. And for those of you who know me well, you know how much I love a good rain storm. Calming, refreshing rain. But not when it's inside your car. But sadly, this time, it was my own fault. Apparently I didn't quite close my door all the way when I got something out of the front seat, I didn't quite close the door all the way. Arg.

Let's continue with Tuesday, shall we? My sessions actually went well. Remembered my lunch, all my kids were here. Yay.

But then, it occurs to me that I left my picture cards at the second school I was at today. So, I had to go get them after my last session. On my way there, my car and didn't seem to be seeing eye to eye on weather or not it should, you know, run. It cut off. In the middle of the road. If only that were the first time that had happened. Arg, again.

So, made it to school number two. Got cards. Got in car. Car doesn't share my opinion on, you know, starting. Arg, yet again.

Then, I slipped in mud. Not on my face or anything, but there's mud on my shoes.

Good thing it's not my day to cook. It would probably burn.