Candide

I spent 12 hours today, completely focused on music. Practicing horn, piano, studying music history, music theory, rehearsals and sectionals, and just listening to music. Now, I sit here, trying to read my anthropology textbook, and it's like it's in another language I don't understand. I try to read a paragraph, and I realize I'm just skimming the entire thing while Candide Overture and The Messiah battle in my head. It's so loud. There is so much music drifting in and out of my thoughts, it's difficult to think of anything else. It's a feeling somewhat like being stuffed up from a bad cold.

Right now, my life only makes sense in music. I've only been back at music school for three weeks, and I'm already submerged in the depth of it all. It's incredibly difficult, stressful, and overwhelming, but I love it.