Time is a fickle thing.

It's the first of this year, and this is the first time I've sat down to write in 5 years. That's a long time. At least it seems that way to me. I suppose it depends where you are in life. A lot has been going on. Humanity still exists, I still talk a lot, and time is still linear. It's funny; even though time has passed, I haven't lost any.

Time has been on my mind recently. Comes with collecting birthdays. My whole life, I've felt that I was in a hurry. I thought this was a unique experience. I was wrong. We collectively think we are in a hurry. The people that live the longest live far away from cities and chaos. Truthfully, they live far away from other people. But I don't. I want to sing on Broadway so I moved to New York City.

Now this is where my clock brain chimes and tells me I'm late. Late for what? Life? Hey, I'm here. A new year is starting. There are ideas in my brain that I haven't even thought of yet. But will I have time? I don't know. But I realized I don't care. I'll do as much as I can. I realized last year that the hurry I have always felt is self-induced. I thought it would get me ahead, but it slowed me down.  And that's the root. If you don't slow yourself down, life will do it for you.

I've always been more concerned with the past and the future, but this year I'm concerned with the present. I had a professor who gave me this advice as it applies to being nervous when singing. He told me “Don’t think about the notes that you sang or the notes you are going to sing. Good or bad. Just think about the next note."

So that's what I'll do. I'll just sing the next note. But I better take a big breath because I have no idea how long this is going to last ...

Happy New Year

Catie