Someone told me yesterday that sometimes you have to fall apart to being able to be put back together in a different way.

I liked that.

I've been thinking a bit about that today. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have Music History. Today, I was letting my mind wander as the girl behind me kicked my chair and I practiced self control and breathing techniques...I am in control of my reactions only...I can breathe through this...the entire class...Thanks girl who kicked my chair and the people who constantly chattered for 50 minutes. Thanks. You guys are helping me hone my relaxation in tense environment skills.

Ok, so to the point I go. I thought for the first time about how young I am. I'm only 23. All I've known is school and violin. Then it hit me. I remembered the graduate students I respected in high school and an undergrad. They weren't the 22 and 23 year old people. The ones I liked and respected were 25 and 26 and had some life experience, work experience before they got their master degrees. I understand now why people don't blast right through. I haven't even had a chance to let the things I learned in undergrad settle and experience them as an artist. Wouldn't that be nice? Hmmm. Well...I have more to say but have to meet some people to return parts to the library....ahhhhh