Nine more days

It’s nine more days to the departure day. My manager asked me again if I’m excited. I gave her a flat no and she stared back at me appalled.

“If it’s me, I would be over the moon now”. Not her exact words but I know she meant that. 

Sure, who wouldn’t be excited to go travelling? Especially to the place I will be going. But like I said many times, it’s still more than a week to go. Plus, I have so many things on hand right now. I felt weary and tired.

Yes, I do occasionally try to restrain myself from jumping out of glee whenever I looked at the date or I stumbled across Changi Airport’s Facebook page. 

However, the concert I am going to perform on Sunday just dampen my mood. The fear of embarrassing myself in front of the audience overweighs my excitement to travel. I have been furiously practicing almost every day and I extremely exhausted. I don’t know if I have improved but I can say I play my piece with much more ease.

Good things just don’t come by easily. As I reflect on the hours that I have clocked in everyday to practice, I recalled my meeting with Christopher while we were on the road. We met coincidentally on the train where he causally how was I doing. I told him that I am doing my diploma in performance under with his recommendation teacher and he was really nice and professional just as he said. We then did a little chit chatting before asking me whether I have practiced two hours every day.  I told him I rarely had time to practice with the upcoming exams and part time work I hold. He shook his head in disapproval upon hearing that. 

“There’s just an excuse” he said. I know what he meant but never truly understands his words until today. All along, I had known about prioritizing and finding time. 

Yet, only until I have managed to scrape out 1 hour after my full time and part time work had I really understands “There’s always time”. 

14/5/15
5:13pm