I have been experimenting with ideas of society’s “rules” or “playbook” in our lives.

Until tonight, I have spent my entire adult life asking myself “what am I?”.  It was never a question of who I was, except that I was letting my “who” be determined by “what”.  In other words, I was letting my desire to know my life’s work define me as a person.  That ended tonight.  Yes, I have multiple careers going at the same time.  Yes, I know that I tend to go “full throttle” into whatever I do.  Yet, at the same time, I am not giving in to society’s insistence that as a human you find your life’s work and let that consume you.  That works out for many people, but it was making me miserable whenever I contemplated my life’s direction.

So, I broke out.  Am I a composer?  Am I an arts administrator?  Am I a writer?  A guitarist?  A teacher?  An Excel wizard?

In short, this post is so short because I am not a blogger either.  I am who I am.  I blog.  I compose.  I perform.  I teach.  I make crazy Excel spreadsheets.  Those actions do not define me.

I am not a composer.  I compose music.  Are you a composer?


(I am not a marmot.)  🙂IMG_3067