a heathly respect for the job

its my first day back to school tomorrow and i can't sleep. right now those who are sleeping like babies are probably have no idea what is in store for them or too burnt out to care. someone once told me its the last bit of our animal instinct trying to 'keep us on our toes' so after 12 years of teaching i agree with that.

a heathly respect for the job i figure never hurt anybody.

so what to do... take stock of how things are going?

lately i have been thinking on how strange it is to still be teaching. when i was a kid that is all i wanted to do, but as i became older its clear that it wasn't enough.

not long ago teaching was the only thing i did, the only thing i had done, the only thing i had succeeded at;
early morning rehearsals, music festivals, 5th grade instrument selection, football games, concerts...

and just like that its all changed; sunday morning pbe rehearsals, late night gigs, the endless cycle of writing, recording and mixing.

i love it, i love them both and wonder how i ever got this far with such an unbalanced life. i'm so happy to have the time to be composing, performing, and teaching that i think its too good to be true.

some would say that teaching college is easier (those are the ones that are sleeping soundly tonight),

teaching is never 'easy' and is best explained by my friend scott:

"if you don't know who the sucker is at the table, its probably you"

i'm really looking forward to taking the train into work in four hours. i can always nap later.