The Mess of the Middle

It was a warm New Year’s Day at a monastery in Cullman, Alabama years ago that I first accepted that I am a mess. I distinctly remember writing in my journal, a new practice at the time, “What if I will always be a mess?”. I was young and hopeful, but also naive about myselfContinue reading “The Mess of the Middle”

Lessons from playing “Mary Had A Little Lamb” approximately 200 times on the Bb Clarinet.

I’m a perfectionist. It’s plagued me for most of my life. Recently, though, I’ve given myself more space to allow flaws more than ever before, probably because I see the beauty, necessity, and importance of making errors. But pair my desire to be perfect with how much I enjoy being good at things, and it’s createsContinue reading “Lessons from playing “Mary Had A Little Lamb” approximately 200 times on the Bb Clarinet.”