Never enough Bob Costas in my life.
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Never enough Bob Costas in my life.
I just found out that Matthew Perry’s stepfather is Keith Morrison from Dateline.
Growing up we had a few requirements in our household, no questions asked: get good grades, take piano lessons and help clean the house on Fridays.
I did most obediently. I took piano lessons until I graduated from high school.
I wouldn’t describe my piano teacher as sweet, old woman the kind you picture in your mind. She was a human metronome. She was strict. She didn’t hold back, and I think most of her students had cried on that piano bench at some point. Well deserved, mostly, I think. Surprisingly when I practiced, I played better and the lessons went smoother. When I got to that point- we clicked. Our relationship deepened as I made my way through high school, bringing her dinner every Monday + actually taking the time to practice- weird how that works. I still have a high level of respect for Marianna. She pushed a lot of us in a way that a lot people don’t anymore. I can still picture her fingers flying over the keys, playing the songs in a way I’ll never be able to.
Marianna had this picture in her studio. It was a picture of young kids playing instruments, and at the bottom it said the word: ”Yagottawanna”. I wrote it off as a foreign word for years.
I think I was in middle school before I realized that it wasn’t a foreign word.
I think I was in high school before I understood what it meant.
Yagottawanna be where you’re at. Yagottawanna do what you’re doing. Yagottawanna be willing to work for what you want. Yagottawanna be persistent. Yagottawanna be patient.
When I was finishing up with school stuff this morning at 4 am. I just thought about it: yagottawanna. I was tired + I’m still tired. I’m tired of working + going to school. I’m tired of always being behind and feeling like I’m rushing to catch up, but hey, don’t we all. But I’m thankful I’m in this. I’m thankful I’m going to school. I love the learning. I love the collaboration. I’m thankful work is supportive, and never asks questions. I’m thankful my family + friends are there always. Though the time is less, it’s appreciated always.
It’s been a long year. It’s been a full year. Filled with full time work +28 credits. Not complaining- tired + happy they’re done. A full year filled with traveling, visiting, and moving. We weren’t planning to move, but it happened. We’re oh so happy it did. Planting roots in a city we love with surrounded by the best friends.
Ireallywanna, and the late nights that I’m up working + the putting our life on hold + the nights I give up out with friends + the early mornings + the general feeling of lethargy really they suck a little, but they’re good.
& it’s not just about work + school. It’s more about everything really. Prioritize + choose what you want. Yagottawanna live the life you have. Yagottawanna keep working for what you want. Yagottawanna want the process just as much as the end goal.
…when I’m up next May, struggling to finally finish up before finals/semester end or all the struggles that we’ll encounter, gotta keep reminding myself, yagottawanna.
ps: I miss you tumblr.
No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.