On The Brain...

So what's on the mind of Krista today?

It being the day after elections, I could start by saying how much I'd like an elephant to stomp all over my liberal donkey friends.  I will say no more than this, however: if this country is in worse shape in four years, you can't blame me: I voted Romney.

I just finished The Hunger Games - the book - yesterday, and whoa, it is amazing!  I can't wait to see the movie now.  I also can't wait to start the next book in the series.  I really haven't read any books (for pleasure) since last spring, so it feels really good to put on my big, comfy bathrobe and curl up with a great novel.  = )

For those of you who don't see me and catch up with me regularly, I should tell you that my right wrist - which I injured last semester (playing piano, not violin) - felt stressed out about two weeks ago, so now I'm on a short hiatus from pretty much every kind of instrument playing (including, much to my dismay, violin).  Hopefully, because the pain didn't actually come back, and I caught it early, I can avoid the months of healing that I was forced through last semester.  My teachers and doctors are also optimistic.

But in lieu of my practice time, I suddenly realize that the rest of the free world (i.e. other professions) have it pretty damn good.  I mean, all the free time I suddenly have?  It's disgusting.  And by disgusting, I mean, it's disgusting that everyone else gets this as a norm, and I only get to have it so I don't re-injure my wrist.  I'm not going to sit here and say that my life is so much harder that everyone else's.  Oh, wait - yeah, I am.  Because it is.  People who are not career athletes or artists do Not understand my lifestyle.  I get home from work (rehearsal), and I have to practice.  My 'fun' is not done after work.  Most people can separate their home life from their work, but I can't; I literally carry mine everywhere with me.  Playing music for a career is a curse and a blessing; and while I'm in the throes of finishing a degree that feels like it's killing me, it seems like more of a curse.

However - as I was saying - I suddenly have a ton of free time now, which isn't something to complain about.  I've been catching up on my TV and movie watching, as well as catching up on my social time and relaxing enough to even make me a little stir crazy!  It's great.  I'm going to my friends' recitals, spending more time in the fun parts of the library (movies, and fiction books), finishing the tasks I've been meaning to get to (cleaning, and miscellaneous errands) - all that good stuff.  Oh, and I finally have time to put some more music in my iTunes - because, after all, 61 GB of music isn't enough... = P  (Before my hard drive bit the dust last year, I had something to the effect of 175 GB of music.  Not including my audiobooks and podcasts.)  So, in actuality, it isn't enough.  = )  What can I say?  I love music - all kinds!

I've been complaining and ranting about pretty much everything lately, and I'm feeling less and less like myself the more I do.  The things I'm learning about myself are not quite as numerous as the things I already knew before I came here.  Above all, I find that routine wears me down more than anything else.  I want a life full of adventure - where there's no set schedule, and things - Good things - happen unexpectedly, all the time.  I want to travel, and damn, how hard do I have to beg?  I want a husband, already!  Not a stick in the mud guy, but someone who sees life like I do: as not a thing to be survived, but a thing to be lived!  I want someone as full of passion and vitality as me - someone who acts young, no matter their age.  I want someone who sees marriage not as settling down in some suburbia and having kids and a minivan, but someone who wants to travel the world with me, do different things every day, and capture my heart with romantic things (either in words or gestures).  I don't want the perfect man; I want a man that's just right for me.

You know that feeling when you're putting a puzzle together, and you're looking for a certain piece, but nothing you try fits?  That's my romantic life.  Is there a guy out there, who wants to travel the world, who is passionate and vital in spirit, who doesn't want kids, and is romantic - and wants to live the rest of his life with... me?  Me, with all my flaws?  I guess we'll see.  For today, at least, I feel optimistic.  Maybe, after all... there Is a key for this lock that is me.  = )