Or so Papi says.
I'm seeing how he would see that, though.
I've spent my life working day jobs, only to support my music habit by way of being an Odd Job Jack, or Jack of All Trades.
Except for music.
That one, I can safely say, has been the only thread in my life since I was 2 and a half.
I'm pretty sure I came out of the womb a musician.
Not kidding you.
At 2 and a half years old, I was giving concerts on my toy piano at the end of my parents bed.
At 6 a.m.
Yet here I am, looking at all these stints I've done just to survive.
I have recycled papers upon papers of tourism notes about Vancouver and our Vancouver Island from when I was still driving tour buses.
I can't drive anymore. I'm letting it all go.
I am releasing books upon books of instruction for my 13 year stint as a piano teacher.
I am not able to keep up with the stress of being self-employed. This new brain just can't hustle like it used to before the motorcycle accident.
None-the-less, I am thoroughly enjoying The Great DR Purge.
At the same time I'm purging, I'm seeing a direct correlation to what focus of energy means.
I've been so insecure about letting go of day jobs, because I never felt that I could make a living from my music.
It's hard! You've seen countless starving musicians, haven't you?
However, now I see how letting go of everything will allow me to be open to what I'm supposed to be doing.
Granted, in music, it's not about how much of a genius you are. It truly is who you know.
Even back to Mozart's time, his gift of genius was really only given to the world, because he had a patron of the arts.
Back then, they would feed, clothe, and house the musician, so they could be asked to play whenever the rich folks wanted.
Hey! I'd be into that!
Anyway, my point is, I'm only so lucky to have My Gratitude Buddy who has been mentoring me on how to get the composing work I deserve.
I have met my patron of the arts.
She doesn't feel I should be doing anything but earning an income through music, and she knows the BigWigs who can get me there.
OK, I'm now getting to my point of this blob/blab.
My point is, this motorcycle accident has taken a lot 'away' from me.
By taking away from me, it has allowed me to earn the enlightenment of how to let go of what I don't need anymore.
I am purging my life's past, except for what I need.
All I need is what I require to make music, mi esposo, my Fuzzy Family, my blood and chosen family/friends and love.
I am purging my past.
Everything is zeroing in on right now, and right now, my life is coming into it's fate.
I'm releasing my past clutter, to make room for what I deserve.
i pursue my life's purpose