I’ve been feeling like a teenager lately. You know? Just with how intensely I’m loving things. I like that feeling. That’s the one thing I miss about being a teenager…with those crazy hormones, if you loved something, you LOVED IT WITH EVERY FIBER OF YOUR BEING. But now I feel like a teenager in that my mood has shifted and I am very, very tired. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Surprise. Had things on my mind but whatever, I just put the big girl pants on and that’s that. Welcome to life, Jenny, and suck it up. No matter what, I’m proud of the fact that I don’t need to rely on anyone else for self-sufficiency. It’s a very nice feeling. I can take care of myself and that’s all I need.
Drum lessons were ok today. I mean, I love drum lessons and they are never long enough. I just meant “ok” in that I don’t seem to be displaying any promise. Maybe I am hard on myself. I did finally get that difficult (for me) beat down by changing the way I played the bass drum - I recalled something Dave Grohl had said about it in an interview, and voila. Like magic. But once I got that down and Michael marked it off in my book, then another tricky one got me. I just need to practice more, is all. Michael got a kick out of the fact that I’m using a sewing machine pedal to double as a bass drum pedal when I practice at home. He said that’s the most creative thing he’s heard.
I want to go back to dancing. I like the way I am bringing back passions in my life. One time music was a passion for me, and I’m rediscovering it again with drums. I’m still running - that will always be a constant. So I’d like to start dancing again. If I could start dancing again, start writing again, and start learning Italian again, then I will be complete. I will be fulfilled (for now).
I am tired. Perhaps I shall watch TV.
No, my title has nothing to do with this post. I’ve just been looping songs from that album.
