It can be okay to pull out of some things. If I look at what is stressing me out in my diary, it’s easy to see that some things are non-negotiable and must be faced (eg exams). But some things can be gotten out of, the people involved probably won’t think any less of me for cancelling, but I might just score enough extra space to breathe (eg social engagements). It can be okay to say “I know I said yes, but now I’m saying no.” (but better to improve at saying no in the first place so one doesn’t get a rep for being unreliable)
When your section is away and you realise you’ve forgotten how to play 5/8 when you’re the only instrument playing I find it’s best just to hide under the timpani.
Latest in a series: pets of my students
Holding paws with a purring cat in the sun on the carpet is pretty wonderful.
Look, it’s got instruments, but practise rooms are rarely good places to be in when you’re feeling down (from memory the ones at high school were worse). It’s like you’re being punished for learning music.
When your piano student has the cutest dog ever who is super excited when you come over and hopes you don’t know she’s not meant to lick people.