Next Tuesday I’m going to pack up all my things, drive across town to unpack them into a tiny dorm room and meet the person I’ll share said tiny room with for the next year, spent a couple days in training, and then walk off into the wilderness.
Introducing… the teacup rose dragons!
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I firmly and truly believe that practice makes perfect.
I am also horribly, horribly bad at practicing anything. Ever.
It has to be fun while I’m doing it, or the lizard brain says “um, no” and turns off all concentration. It’s a very unobtrusive button, and I usually don’t notice until I look up from my book and suddenly realize it’s three hours and four hundred pages later and what happened to music practice today?
4th of July is a Big Day here where I am, although I’m convinced it’s less patriotism and more partying + licensed pyromania!
I got off work just in time to go watch the parade, and the Independence Day parade is not something to be taken lightly.