Saturday, October 26, 2013


It may be the hobgoblin of little minds, but it's something I aspire to, something I chase after but am unable to catch. This week I have seen my running improve and then deteriorate, my viola playing go completely to hell, and my mood swing wildly from the love and awe of all things Charles Ives to the frustration of being an adult who understands the words "subtlety" and "delicacy" but knows she will never be able to achieve those things.

I want consistency, I want a consistent trajectory, I want the line to be straight and always rising.

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