I miss it. I'm not going to lie, I miss marching band terribly. For the past six years I have been working with a marching band here in the area--writing their shows, designing their drill, and teaching the kids the show. When I changed jobs, I had to step away from my position with the band (and for those in the know, several other positions as well). Well, I am seriously missing my creative outlet.
Sure, the time with the band was hard work and it consumed a lot of time. Sure, the band took me away from my family. Sure, it absolutely wore me out. But I love it. I love every frustrating moment--the long days, the rehearsals, the scream of "again", the lie that is "last time", the music, the magic, the moment. I love the feeling of the show coming together and the roar of the crowd.
I know that I am living vicariously through the kids, but lets face it, for a guy who can't draw/paint/color worth a flip, I need some kind of creative outlet. The wife says I should write more, and I do enjoy writing, but it does not scratch the same itch as music.
I am still in mourning for the loss of my extra curricular activities--soccer, ACE, band. I know I owe it to my family to be a good Husband/Father, but I need to be a whole person as well. I'll keep looking.
Until next time....
M
PS 6 days of walking...woot to me.
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