So we had our first community choir concert and I have to say I had a good time. The music selection was wonderful and I think we did well. Before the concert I received a boost of energy when a fellow choir member, Doris, told me about a conversation she had with the director while in the store the other day. Doris introduced me to the choir in the first place and the director was thanking her for that. According to Doris, the director said that I have a wonderful voice and am a very good musician, as well as a valuable addition to the choir. I have to say I was ticked to hear this. I always thought myself to be a good musician, but to hear it from someone else really makes me feel good.
So all of this, as well as my wife commenting on how well my ear is (I won a whistling contest with her) made me pull out my trombone (which I didn't sell by the way) and start to play. I had visions of being a great trombone player or a wonderful music teacher in my head again. I thought of winning scholarships to Shenandoah University and earning a degree in music and all the great concerts I would play and etc etc etc... Then I pulled out my music books from when I was taking private lessons. I could not believe what I had once done. I saw things checked off that I today have no idea how to even begin. Then, the regrets set in. I passed my audition with the National Guard. I could be in school right now on their dime. I could be getting ready for the 257 Army band's Christmas Concert right now... and I'm not. I know I shouldn't, but right now I'm living in the could have regrets that I hoped I would never have. Darn it all.
