The house hunt just got a whole lot easier. We have finally settled on a city! Wahoo! I feel such a weight lifted from my shoulders and I am no longer overwhelmed and frustrated sifting through listings. I’m actually excited!
Last night I was out for two hours while Paul fed the boys and put them to bed.
Blue announced at supper that when he grows up he wants to be the President of Texas.
After Paul let them watch some American Ninja Warrior trials before bed they both asked in their prayers to become American Ninja Warriors.
As much fun as I had making new friends, I definitely feel like missed out on the better way to spend my time. I’m so glad I’m not gone much, I adore these boys!
Guess who is the RS pianist eight years on the dot since the last time?
Listening to Paul explain to me how ice cream is a renewable resource.
Life is good.
Our lesson yesterday, in Relief Society (the women’s organization,) was on a woman’s ability to be the provider. It was a very great, inspiring lesson, and while I’ve already thought on that topic quite a bit in the past few years as we’ve gone through the ups and downs of our family finances, it made a few things more concrete.
I need to keep up with my own professional development.
I let my teaching certificate lapse when we moved to California. California didn’t have reciprocity agreements with any other state so my “good in almost all the states!” licence was of no good to me, and as I was home with baby Red, I had no interested in pursuing a CA licence. I continue to hope I never have to be a classroom teacher again.
What I want to do for pay for the rest of my life is teach piano. I’m good at it, and it allows me flexibility between my work life and my home life. But I am not keeping up my skills.
Ideally I’d like to get the remaining two years of my BA for a full degree in music instead of just an AA. Ideally I’d even get a Master’s degree, allowing me the option to teach at a college level if need be. Right now I don’t have the time or money to go back to school, and even if I did, I’m so out of practice.
I don’t practice piano.
Well, occasionally I can sit on the bench for an hour, and I realize how rusty I am, and I swear I’m going to do this daily, even if it’s just an hour, but the reality is that right now there are other priorities. Last year I probably averaged two hours a month of when my own fingers touched the keys.
What kind of piano teacher am I if I’m not playing the piano?
I know that I need to keep up my skills just as importantly as taking any professional development classes or going to conferences. In reading another blogger’s recap of the recent national music teacher’s conference she reiterated how often they reinforced how necessary it is for the piano teacher to keep practicing. (When I read that my face flushed and my ears burned with shame. I hate it when I’m not doing what I know I’m supposed to be doing.)
I need to practice. And I need to practice daily.
Or else I’ll need to find a new job.