Room travel

Looking back at one of my posts from last year, about cleaning my room. Well that made progress, but I thought I'd knock it over in 3 months, while writing a symphony! Yeah....right. Out of around 40 boxes of my stuff, I still have 7 to sort through. Why has it taken so long? My work methods are flawed. I want to read everything. I want to keep lots of things. I lack willpower and focus. These are things I am working on. A friend gave me some exercises to practise, daily, in order to help me keep my focus. As for reading everything, that may not change. As for keeping lots of things, I kind of despair a bit. I am in the habit of keeping things 'just in case'. I have improved. I don't keep everything now, but it's still hard to part with my things... despite never really looking at them.

This post was going to be about something completely different, namely, difficult decisions coming up about travel plans, whether or not I want to go places. But reading that older post about my plans for this year made me want to write about that. Sorting my boxes at the rate I've been going is almost a full-time job. It sounds so silly. How important is stuff? They're just things. We're together and that's all that matters. Anyway.

So, travel plans. Would you go play a gig somewhere if you had to fly there and back, and you weren't getting paid, and it was really close to Christmas, and you might not make rehearsals, and you had a week of stressful performances beforehand?

Ah, the muso life.