2011. Today I woke up to the sun shining brightly with my windows open to a warm spring breeze and the sound of birds. I made coffee, and an egg-white omelette complete with my new favorite organic wheat bread from Wegman’s. I created a new playlist, and rode my bike out to Taughannock Falls. I felt strong, I felt good. I sat by the water and called my Mom for the Holiday. I miss her incredibly, but will see her in a week or so.
This week, I am officially done with graduate courses. I passed my orals, I nearly passed all my comp. exams in one day, and have done pretty well. I have a good man who loves me. Last night I played principal flute with the chamber orchestra up at Cornell, where we performed Beethoven’s 3rd piano concerto under the direction of the esteemed Leon Fleisher.
Things are working out. It would seem…
Despite the good things happening in this life of mine, I am sad a lot of the time. I am sad for something I can never get back. I am sad for the death of a deep-roted friendship. The photos that I’ve spent the morning looking through seem to mock me. All the good in the world cannot seem to replace that loss. So I must keep moving, it would seem.
