A Place For Talents

I had a piano recital last Saturday, and I royally screwed up. Okay, maybe not royally. Let’s just say, I wasn’t completely happy with how I played. My piece was a fifteen minute Beethoven sonata played from memory, which allows a lot of room for mistakes to be made. Anyways, I spent the next several days sulking. I didn’t feel good about the performance, and in turn, I didn’t feel good about myself. I’ve always known that I don’t play half as well as I usually can at recitals- it’s just something about all those people.

Directly after the recital, I went home and straight upstairs into my room, where I remained, wallowing in self-pity. I’ve always placed a lot of stock into playing the piano, and when my performances don’t go as I’d like, it crushes my soul a little bit. I end up telling myself that I’m just horrible at the piano, and everything, really. Then today happened.  Continue reading

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Suck It Up

Several months ago, my knee surgeon told me that I would be able to audition for my theatre company’s next production in February, as long as I didn’t do things like jumping, running, or anything that would put too much stress on my knee. It was some of the best news I had received in a long time, as I had to miss out on the last show because of my surgery.

But we still had to ask the directors and make sure that I would be able to audition when my knee wouldn’t be at its full capacity for a few more months. I fully expected them to say that it was totally alright- I guess I got my hopes up after we talked to the surgeon. But it wasn’t alright. The directors told me that it would be in my best interest to sign up for the ensemble rather than audition for a lead, as the leads would need to be in top physical condition right off the bat. And I wouldn’t be.

When I heard this, I was bitter and upset. I didn’t get much done that day- my parents told me the unfortunate news in the morning and I spent the remaining hours wallowing in my self-pity. I was determined to stay bitter and just miss out on this show and wait until the Fall production.  Continue reading

Those I Lost Along the Way

We’re in a new year now. This is the time when farmers’ markets are visited and gym memberships are bought. Everyone is frantically trying to get a good start on their resolutions. Everyone has a vision of what they want their year to look like, and who they want to be when it comes to a close.

While looking ahead to the future is certainly important, I think the beginning of a new year is also a time to look at how you’ve come to be where you already are. The experiences that we go through and the people that we encounter throughout our lives have a huge part to play in shaping us. I know that’s true for me.

I’ve lost a lot of people that I was once very close to. We’ve moved on and gone off in different directions. But in a way, I haven’t really lost those people, because a part of them is always with me.  Continue reading

Take the Lead

About this time last year, I started questioning my school situation. I was going to a very small, private, two day a week school, and it was my third year. In the first two years I had some amazing friends, and while I still had two good friends remaining in the third year, they were drifting. My point is, that everything I had loved so much about the school when I started going there was gone. I realized that it might be time to move on.

There was a homeschool group that was based much closer to where I lived that some people from my church were a part of. My parents and I thought that might be a good fit- although they were worried that I might find myself lonelier than I already was. I would only be taking one class, once a week, and was going to have a lot of extra time at home.

I thought about it a lot. And I do mean A LOT. I absolutely hate making decisions, especially big ones like this. In the end, I felt that God was leading me away from my current school and towards the new one. So I decided to follow that.  Continue reading

The Toughest Times

I have a best friend named Lena. I met her four years ago when I was in sixth grade. I was at a 2 day a week private school, but decided that I wanted to switch to a new, but similar one, for reasons I won’t go into. So, to see what it would be like, I shadowed there for a day. That’s when I met Lena. She was the first person to really step up and get to know me, and we quickly found that we really enjoyed each other’s company. For the next two years, seventh and eighth grade, our friendship grew and flourished. We were constantly texting or FaceTiming each other, if we weren’t hanging out in person. We played our ukuleles together and made duets, we watched our favorite show, Doctor Who, we had photo shoots and made skits, and laughed a lot.

Not only was Lena so incredibly fun to hang out with, but she was an amazing listener and friend. When I was going through trials she was there for me every step of the way. She encouraged me with Bible verses and gave me hugs, brought me chocolate and did everything she could to cheer me up. She really was the best friend that anyone could ever ask for.  Continue reading