It is one of my favorite things to be at the lake shore in time to see the sun break above the horizon, but as the demands of graduate school have begun to more firmly sink their teeth into my flesh, I've found it more and more difficult to make time for such simple pleasures.
Things are going alright. I've had a lot of private in-the-practice-room success, but precious little of the public success I've been working toward (solo class sort of fizzled yesterday). Still, I tell myself the year is young, and I will undoubtedly have far more opportunities to prove myself publicly than I could possibly desire. In fact, the next one is just a couple hours away. I'll be playing the first E flat trumpet part of Strauss' Ein Heldenleben in excerpt class. I feel prepared. I hope to do well.