The past few days have been a whirlwind of purpose, indulgence, and reconnection.
Seattle showed up in full force for the No Kings protest being peaceful, powerful, and deeply moving. Over 70,000 people marched here alone. Being part of that sea of humanity, united by hope and resistance, momentarily softened the sharp edges of fear I’ve been feeling in today’s political climate. I’ve been scared/lonely, even but surrounded by like-minded voices, I felt the weight of helplessness lift. Just a bit. There’s still hope. There has to be.
On a lighter (and far tastier) note, we celebrated my favorite sister’s birthday with omakase : an intimate culinary experience where you leave the entire meal in the hands of the chef. “Omakase” translates to “I leave it up to you” in Japanese, and trust me, we were in good hands. I tried sea urchin for the first time. Did I like it? Honestly… I think so? There was a generous pour of sake throughout the evening, so it’s a bit of a blur. But I do remember the prawn head being an unexpected favorite, the chef cracking jokes between courses, and leaving the table stuffed and smiling.
Now that I’ve synced up with the time zone and soaked in some quality sister time, it’s back to a semblance of routine. I’ve got a short to-do list forming:
Practice. I hate when my chops start slipping. I miss the feeling of really playing.
Prep brass warmups for my middle school kiddos (with video/audio tracks!). It can’t be that hard... right? Right?!
Mourn (a little) missing the Heart of Texas Concert Band’s Fourth of July performance , one of my favorite shows to play in all year.
Also, I started a new book series and even managed a gym session. Will that become a habit? TBD. But I’m trying to stop making excuses and start giving myself a bit more grace.
Seattle has been good to me. I’m hoping this little northwest retreat continues to be the mental reset I need heading into the school year ahead.
Here's my view today.
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