Remember me?

So it's been a while since I've written. Actually, I've written most everyday, I just didn't like what I wrote, so maybe I'll like this one? Or will I...?

I was looking through pictures of me growing up and boy do I miss those days. Not that college isn't fun, because it absolutely is, but I remember all my dreams and aspirations. Now, however, a lot of those dreams have faded. I keep trying to reignite the flame that drove those passions....but it's just gone. Failure doesn't help either. Neither does failure, after failure, after failure...it seems like what I want to do just isn't doable.

Colbie Caillat, Brooke Fraser, Taylor Swift...great song writers and musicians (for the most part...), and I know they started with a vision. They started like a normal person--like a Dodi; an average Dodi. I want, so very badly, to be a singer/songwriter. A couple problems--I can't play piano or guitar, I don't have "the look," and I just don't have "it."

So now what? I've realized I'm not cut out for what I want. I love to play the flute, with all my heart I do, so if that's what God wants me to do for the rest of my life, so be it. I just wish I knew exactly what I am supposed to be doing now to prepare me for what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life.

I love being behind the scenes. As much as I'd like to be on stage, I'm just as content with being in the pit. I love puppetry--that's behind the stage. Even songwriting--I could just write songs for gifted and talented musicians. There's endless possibilities...

Well, time to go to choir...now that I lack complete confidence in my voice I hope I don't do too terribly on Herbert Howell's requiem...good thing the other Dody has all the solos.