I made a community blog.
1) Go to TheListserveBlog dot Wordpress dot com.
2) Sign in and post/comment.
UN: [email protected]
As you can see, I also made a listserve email... same password.
(I don't really know what I'm doing with websites... maybe there is a better way. Feel free to fix it! It's in your hands now.)
I'm a 27 year old male musician/percussionist in MA. I hit marimbas with four sticks. Right now I teach elementary music, but I'm working on going back to school to get my masters degree... and maybe eventually a PhD to become a Percussion Professor. Right now, that's the plan. But plans can change, right?
I teach high school music ensembles after school, and late at night I write music. This is what I love the most, the writing. I've always loved writing, even before I wrote music I loved writing- words, that is. Maybe my plan will change and I'll write music for a living somehow... I dunno. Leave all doors open, I always told myself.
I believe love is a choice. (Maybe a great first blog subject?)
I do not believe in soul mates.
I believe that I wake up every day and make the choice to stay with her. I have yet to regret it, hence the seven year mark.
I do not think I ever will regret it.
I believe I'm lucky for feeling strongly about this.
But I do not believe that there is a rush to get married or procreate. These things will come with time, and I am young, and I have things to do before I "settle down" in this manner. Right now, I have her, and my loving family, and a strong network of supportive friends, and ambition. That is enough, for now.
I believe there is a certain level of responsibility that comes with being lucky. That being provided certain opportunities and a certain station in life, it is my duty to take advantage of the world around me; to own my station and live a full life if I can.
Yes, I feel that I have the responsibility to help those in need, simply because I have the power. But I am a coward. I make small gestures here and there... a few donations, spotting the homeless some crackers on my way home from work when they walk past my car.... but I am afraid to do more. To sacrifice personal comfort.
This keeps me up at night.
I dropped a penny from the Eiffel Tower when I was in 7th grade. My 13 year old brain got very concerned about halfway down when it flew far away... quite thankful it didn't hit anyone.
I love all your stories. Thank you for sharing. Been reading since day 1. Honored to have a voice. Let's continue the discussion, or start something anew; the resource now exists.
Worcester, MA, US
P.S. Dee, I love you so much and cannot imagine life without you. You will be great at everything you choose to do in life.
P.P.S. Hi Ollie!
Q. What kind of overalls does Mario wear?
A. Denim denim denim.