Jazzin' up the place.

Playing music in public places is fun to do. Part of it is because I like to listen to the music and part of it is because I like the art of performance. I certainly am not so skilled at the latter but I also really enjoy practicing to somehow get better at it. Even when the temperature is up a little too high.

I did not, however, get enough of my homework done today. I have gobs of homework that need doing as soon as possible. Tomorrow is my personal deadline and I really need to stick to it for once. I know it can be done... I just need to DO IT. So ya... that is my plan for tomorrow. Boom.

Responsibility of creativity.

Sometimes I am compelled to learn and improve so fiercely that I am equally compelled to help lift the level of those around me just to increase the opportunity of my own learning and improvement. It almost seems strange in someways but it certainly seems enjoyable to me in most regards. I do enjoy helping others a lot.

This kind of mentality has gotten me into a position of undeclared leadership, which will lead me to carry a lot of weight in the future as I attempt to build the digital media production club at school, and even though I expect a certain level of failure I similarly expect a good level of success. I really look forward to the experiences altogether.

The beautiful success of friends.

I am thoroughly overjoyed by the success my friends experience, more especially when I am able to help in the process, even if only a little. I have generally enjoyed the experience of vicarious blessings for most of my life, as I am far more focused on the lives of others than I am on my own, and even though I have become somewhat self-focused over the last few years I am still quite thrilled to see good people move up in the world. It is yet another tremendous blessing I am so grateful to enjoy!

Hitting the fan... with my face!

Which is pretty much how this part of every term feels, now that the crunch for finals projects and stuff is already upon me. Actually, it is a little earlier this term since my Art History class is a couple weeks ahead of the curve. Oh, the fun!

Will I make it through it all in one piece? Sure. Will I like it? Probably not while it is happening. What will I think about it after it is all said and done? Some of that depends on how I perform, and other parts of it will leave a profound sense of accomplishment stirring in my bones. Pushing my way through a brick wall tends to do that kind of thing for me.

Day one... again.

In a good way, even. I think this is a mindset that, though it could take some time to get used to, could help me focus on the right things in life with far more consistency than I am prone to doing generally. It is, after all, the truth of life, correct?

Today IS the first day of the rest of my life. Tomorrow will be that as well. And on with the next ad infinitum. Oh, the blessings of time!

The first day of the rest of my life.

I think that idea might be somewhat of an oxymoron... or maybe a conundrum... I am not too sure, either way. In any case, today feels like the beginning of something new. Not tremendously different, but new, nonetheless. This is the way every day should feel, in all reality.

I like to be optimistic about life as a whole. I know I fall short in that desire in certain areas of life(like my ideas about finding a girl) but I actually am optimistic about pretty much everything else. School keeps me learning, work keeps me bill-paying, sports keep me semi-healthy, and music keeps me full of creative motivation. One day(and hopefully it is not just "one") I will likely be optimistic about the girl stuff but I guess I just have to be patient about it for now.

This will be a tough but good week. Mostly because of school stuff but nothing I can not handle in general. This is a small piece of my optimism.

Planing the disc.

I feel like there could be some sort of life metaphor likened to the act of getting a better thrown disc to level out and fly flat. I really have no idea what it could possibly be so I guess I will just leave it alone for now.

I really enjoyed disc golfing today because I feel like I made a pretty good break-through in my technique/style. It is all just baby steps I guess but I think each noticeable step is pretty significant no matter the size. At least I am sure that can have some sort of life metaphor parallels.

So... onward and upward, I suppose... or onward and forward... really far.