Goal accomplished

Written by jamie on June 28th, 2010

As a musician, I have set goals for myself. One of my goals that I set years ago was to learn guitar and be able to play well enough to accompany myself. I think I can finally cross that off the list.

I was asked by a co-worker if I would sing a song at her son’s wedding. I agreed, as singing at weddings is something that I would like to do more often, to make a little extra money. I came up with a list of songs and played them for her, and she chose her favorite. I then discovered that there would be no pianist and no instrumentalists at all, simply a D.J. playing recordings of their selected songs. Which meant I had two choices… accompany myself or sing with a track (shudder).

Although I used to sing with tracks often, doing it now feels like karaoke. There are so many gifted musicians out there, so why use a cheesy track? I think live musicians are so much nicer than a canned track.  I probably could have easily found a friend who would have been more than willing to come accompany me, but decided I wanted to push myself musically and try accompanying myself. Plus, I would have had to split the money, and I’m feeling a little broke lately.

So I set about learning the accompaniment part myself. I soon learned that she had chosen probably the hardest song as far as accompaniment went. I discovered there were three key changes, and many chords that my tiny, clumsy hands simply could not accomplish. Rather than give up and go find the accompaniment track, I worked at it, and transposed the first part to my favorite key, D. I then discovered that the song eventually changed to the key of D, so that made the rest of it easy. I typed out my simplified accompaniment, and then practiced it. It wasn’t as hard as I initially thought it might be. It was simplified, but it worked.

I arrived at the wedding this past weekend, and pulled out my guitar and got set up. I was nervous, and afraid that my fingers wouldn’t work like they should. Luckily, they did work. I think my weekly sing a-longs with my residents at work has helped me build up more confidence on guitar. There were a couple places where a chord didn’t ring out as much as it should have, but I kept going, and knew that the majority of the people there would not notice.

I received compliments after the ceremony, many telling me that the song was beautiful and had made them cry. I was expecting those compliments. The ones I was not expecting were the, “Nice guitar playing!” from people as they passed me. For some reason, I always feel the need to say things like, “I’m not that good on guitar,” or “I’m a better vocalist than a guitarist,” to cover up any little flubs that might happen. For some reason, I find it extremely hard to believe that someone might actually enjoy my guitar playing.

I had found myself hoping there would be no guitarists in the audience. Of course there was, and of course I met him afterwards. But even he had kind words to say. I’m sure he caught the flubs and mis-fingerings, but I’m sure he also understands the pressure of performing.

Now my goal is to stop trying to “cover up” for my not great guitar playing and instead accept the compliments as encouragement for accomplishing my goal.

 

Falling short

Written by jamie on June 27th, 2010

A little over a month ago, I wrote a blog about how I was setting a goal to write three blogs a week. I kept up with it for several weeks, and found the act of writing and constructing a concise blog entry therapeutic. Over the last couple weeks, I haven’t quite kept up with three blogs. I started averaging about two a week, and was kind of feeling guilty for not keeping up with my goal. I’ve been struggling to keep up. Lack of time (or proper management of it) and inspiration have caused me to become a bit lazy in my blog construction.

A few weeks ago, I wrote a blog that went over my 600 word limit that Drew had suggested to me. He teased me, saying that it wouldn’t count for two, and as my “editor”, he was waiting for two more blogs that week. I laughed, but don’t think I was able to construct any more blogs that week.

When I started with the blog goal, it seemed that inspiration came from everywhere. I had no problems coming up with good ideas. Then, inspiration was harder to come by. I have no idea how full time writers do it. I can write well when the inspiration is there, and when there’s a good story, but I don’t think I could come up with a good story everyday. I’m impressed by columnists and novelists and daily bloggers, who can find inspiration in everything. As I’ve tried to come up with new ideas, they feel forced, hokey, and dull. Rather than push through that and see if anything good might actually emerge, I usually choose the lazy way out and don’t write anything.

Rather than beat myself up over falling short of my goal, I’m choosing to instead focus on the fact that I haven’t given up altogether. I still make an attempt, and even if it’s only one blog a week, I’m still writing. Although I don’t want to be lazy about it, I also realize that life happens and that I am not a full time writer, so daily (quality) writing is probably an unachievable goal at this point in my life.

Another thing I am choosing to focus on and relish victory in, is the fact that I am journaling more again. This used to be a favorite past time of mine, and something I did daily. I fell out of it for awhile, and missed it, but couldn’t seem to get myself to put pen to paper. In recent months, I have managed to pick it back up, and my pretty little spiral bound journal has seen a lot more use. Though this writing is not something I share with the outside world, it brings great comfort to me to get words, thoughts, emotions, and feelings out of my head. One of my favorite songs, entitled Breathe, written and sung by Anna Nalick, has a line that states:

2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to.

Any songwriter or writer of any kind can relate to that feeling of a huge wave of relief washing over them as they successfully get the gunk out of their head and into some sort of order on paper.

So, whether or not I may or may not achieve that three blog goal, I will continue to write.

 

Toy Story 3

Written by jamie on June 22nd, 2010

*spoiler alert* If you have not seen Toy Story 3 and do not want to give away the ending, stop reading now!

Drew and I had been watching the previews of Toy Story 3, and I told him I wanted to see it in theaters. So, on the eve of our second anniversary, we spent a romantic evening watching animated toys on an IMAX screen.

If you’re like me, you’ve kept up with the animated trilogy and have laughed out loud at all the inside jokes. Pixar films are not just meant for the kids. In fact, we noticed last night that the adults outnumbered the kids. Which was probably a good thing, because there were some pretty intense moments in the film. Still family friendly, but it’s like a good action movie; moments where you’re on the edge of your seat, desperate for resolution, when one more plot twist enters the picture. You want to cover your 3D glasses, because you just can’t take anymore.

I always know when a movie is a really good movie when I can’t get it out of my head. Some movies linger in my brain. I think Toy Story is brilliant. What kid didn’t believe their toys came to life when no one was looking? A child’s toys are more than just plastic or fluff. They’re what we confide to when we don’t know who else to turn to. They go through major life transitions, and they never turn their back on us. They are faithful friends.

I have to confess; I cried at the end of the movie. And not just a “Oh, how touching, let me wipe this lone tear off my cheek” kind of cry, but a real, “I’m having to choke back the sobs so people aren’t looking at me funny” kind of cry. I was trying to nonchalantly wipe the tears from behind my 3D glasses before Drew or our friend Daniel would notice. Luckily, I think they were too emotionally involved to even look at me.

Why in the world did an animated kid’s movie touch me so? Perhaps simply because I’m an emotional female, and I cry at just about anything, but I think there was more to it. Throughout the movie, we watch college bound Andy struggle with what to do with his much loved toys. He acts like they’re nothing, and he hasn’t played with them for years, but you can tell they still tug at the emotional strings of his heart. At the end of the movie, he makes a decision to give his toys to a sweet little girl down the street. He pulls each one out of the box, giving the wide eyed little girl a very dramatic introduction of each one. Her smile grows bigger as she welcomes each one into her arms. He finally gets to Woody, his most devoted of toys, and struggles to give him away. He finally does, telling her that Woody is special because he will always be there for you. Then the camera pans out to show Andy running around the yard, involved in one last glorious playtime with his toys and the girl. Then he climbs into his car and drives away, casting one last forlorn look back.  Woody utters, “So long, partner.” *sniff*

While you know that little girl will love those toys, it’s still bittersweet. There goes Andy, driving away in his hatchback wagon. Those are your toys, Andy! You can’t abandon them! Pixar and Disney are masterful story tellers, and have a way of drawing people in. Suddenly it’s not Buzz and Woody up there. It’s G.I. Joe and Suzie Talks a Lot and Herman the elephant. Those are your special toys, your special moments, and you growing up. You walking away from your childhood.

Like any transition, change is difficult. We’d all like to keep things just the way they are. We don’t want our kids growing up and moving away. We don’t want our beloved spouse of fifty years to slowly fade away from us. We don’t want to grow up and move into the real world. We’d rather stay in that safe spot, where everything feels okay. Sometimes, we want to pack up those special memories into a box, and put them into the attic, where we’ll always have them. But really, the best thing to do is to share them, and to let them go. In doing that, there is freedom, and joy in spreading it to others.

I confess, a wave of guilt crept over me as I thought of all the boxes of toys I’ve taken to Goodwill or sold at yard sales. I didn’t keep all my toys together, like one big happy family. They’re like poor little orphan siblings, spread out across different families. And I feel a little sad that there wasn’t a Woody in my life, the constant toy throughout years of change. I had more Bo Peeps, toys that were there for seasons; the My Little Ponies, Cabbage Patch Dolls, and even He Man. But those toys were special for me for those seasons. I’m thankful for them, and for the memories.  But I’m also thankful for the bittersweet moment of change that was destined to come, where I was able to let them go, and move on… to infinity and beyond!

 

Five Years Two Years

Written by drew on June 19th, 2010

If you read Jamie’s post the other day, you’ll know that our anniversary is approaching. It was a sweet post, but I feel I need to tarnish correct it by giving my side of the story. There is her opinion, my opinion and somewhere in the middle, the truth.

I didn’t think Jamie was a prissy, stuck-up church snob, she was a prissy, stuck up church snob! And I was am a beer swilling heathen. As much as Jamie wants to deny it, she was totally into me at that lunch. She was just in major denial. It was more than her prissy brain could handle, being with someone who was so not her type. Actually, I didn’t see it either. Yay for Brian who was the external, impartial observer and encouraged me to follow up.

An important thing I can say about the whole situation is that I’m glad I followed the advice in the dating books I read. “Date anyone once, and some, more than once.” If I had written her off, I wouldn’t be here today, sitting across from her at a coffee shop, grinning like an idiot while I write this blog post. When you have high standards in a mate, you have to go through lots of people in order to find someone who qualifies. Luckily I only had to go through a little over 20 women to find her.

We’ve done a lot in the two years we’ve been married. We took a mission trip to Nicaragua, bought and remodeled a house, moved, while working two jobs each and doing volunteer work. So, from my point of view, we’ve been married forever. I’m very lucky that I have someone who fights fair and will tell me what she thinks. Some of our friends are now surprised when she tells them what she thinks, too, when once she wouldn’t. At least something good is rubbing off on her besides a liking of mojitos.

Two down, lots more to go…