With Gusto

Moving On

Today is the last official day that I'm a teacher. I have to write up an invoice and some student reports, hand it off to Kristine, then that's it. On to other things. Like teaching? I'm going to write my name down at the tutor registry at UVic, and look for another job sometime soon. A sushi place may be hiring. . .
And last night during rehearsal, I wasn't pumping out any folk beats, and realized that I won't be for a long time, probably. I'm no longer a folk musician, which is something I've been for a long time. Poor country beats, they're gone, probably gone forever, as I have no intention of joining another band.
Semi-Lemmy is the only band in the jamspace now, down from three bands. Rent will be higher, but my drumset will be in the prime location, there will be less amps in the room, less bottles left over by the other band. We're talking about getting a couch. At least we'll redesign it some.
My life has been mildly repetitive, which is something I can't stand. I'm beginning to realize that most people's lives are repetitive, and that probably means their lives are focused, while mine hovers between good breaks, free cheese, and a brain filled with the random, unable to cope with days that are always the same. Now, my life will be different, and there's always the cost to pay regarding relationships and good times. Moving on.