Have I talked here about my ‘side job’ ever? After 5 posts, I suppose I know the answer…and that’s no.
Ever since I was a freshman in high school wayyyyy back in 1991, I’ve put my years of piano lessons to use by playing the hymnody at Catholic churches in the midwest. In high school, it was at my parent’s church. In college I avoided having to work in the cafeteria because I spent weekends in Lansing sort of directing a choir.
Back in 2005, I got a call one Thursday night asking if I could help out for a few weeks at a church in Libertyville, Illinois. A suburb of Milwaukee that masquerades as a suburb of Chicago. I was supposed to go there for 5 weeks. I’ve stayed 7 years.
After the Christmas holidays had passed this year, I made the decision that it was just time for me to have, well…some time: time for me, time for my nephews, time for my dog.
So, after this Sunday (Easter no less), there will be no more weekly 80 mile round trips to be a musician somewhere off Rockland Road.
In all honesty, I’m impressed that I made the decision to step away. It’s taken me the better part of 35 years to figure out two things:
(1) Sometimes you have to make decision that are not in everyone’s best interests
(2) Time, you can never have enough of it, and you can certainly never get it back.
I’m looking forward to my little break. On April 15th, I can assure you I’ll be enjoying the Chicago Tribune on a Sunday for the first time in years.
We all need these little sabbaticals I think. It’s a good time to make old things seem new again.
One of my teacher’s in grad school used to talk about this concept called “Edge Work” (I honestly don’t know if a book has been written about it or not, chances are there is and somehow Seth Godin is involved). Basically, the concept is that it’s much more effective to take stock of your emotions when you are on the verge of something than after you’ve done it. The split second before you skydive or walk on hot coals. And that’s where I am right now…thinking about how I’m going to miss the people I’ve seen every week for the last 7 years, but excited for the next ‘thing’ that could come my way.
So indeed, here I go, April 2nd, 2012. Time to start spring cleaning. Move the furniture and get a winter’s worth of crud swept up, get the outdated clothes removed from the closet. I can’t wait.
And yet, I’d be remiss if I didn’t once again pull out of the vault my favorite farewell song, because it’s just true that the muppets always say it better than anyone else: