Work has been insane for the last 6 - 8 weeks, because I made a rookie mistake. My boss's boss told me that a major project I was working on was in no rush, could launch November/December, heck, maybe January/February of next year. So I decided that the next few months were looking light and therefore it would be a good idea to hold a 2-day summit for 35 people to solve some thorny problems. And after I announced the summit - which required an INSANE amount of preparation - and people started booking flights, the senior leaders at my place of employment said, "Just kidding! We actually need you to launch that other thing as soon as possible!" Which I have since learned is par for the course, and only a newcomer like myself would have been so foolish as to assume that I could slow something down just because someone told me that I could slow it down.
So I got into a negative spiral. I wasn't practicing much because I didn't have time, and when I did have time, I was (a) exhausted and (b) overwhelmed at the thought of everything that needed practicing, which caused me to practice even less, wash rinse repeat. And it didn't help that nothing was progressing, which is a common side effect of not practicing. Which resulted in me thinking that I needed a break from jazz and telling my teacher that we were going to start my next lesson with a Metallica play-along. (His response: "Is Black Sabbath too goyish?" Me: "If we call it Black Shabbos it's OK." Teacher: "I thought we could start with War Pigs. I'm looking for a kosher turkey version.")
Anyway, today was the first day post-summit (which went well, thanks for asking), and I finally had time to breathe and reflect that maybe all I need to do is get back on a normal practice schedule. So I emptied my drum room, cleaned it top to bottom to give myself a fresh start, told my teacher to forget about War Turkeys, and hopefully I can get back to my usual angst-ridden but dedicated headspace.
So I got into a negative spiral. I wasn't practicing much because I didn't have time, and when I did have time, I was (a) exhausted and (b) overwhelmed at the thought of everything that needed practicing, which caused me to practice even less, wash rinse repeat. And it didn't help that nothing was progressing, which is a common side effect of not practicing. Which resulted in me thinking that I needed a break from jazz and telling my teacher that we were going to start my next lesson with a Metallica play-along. (His response: "Is Black Sabbath too goyish?" Me: "If we call it Black Shabbos it's OK." Teacher: "I thought we could start with War Pigs. I'm looking for a kosher turkey version.")
Anyway, today was the first day post-summit (which went well, thanks for asking), and I finally had time to breathe and reflect that maybe all I need to do is get back on a normal practice schedule. So I emptied my drum room, cleaned it top to bottom to give myself a fresh start, told my teacher to forget about War Turkeys, and hopefully I can get back to my usual angst-ridden but dedicated headspace.
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