Month: September, 2014


Annie is playing so I’ve played Tomorrow countless times for so very very very many MANY pre-theatre dinners this week.

Nobody ever asks for any of the other songs from the musical.

Maybe it’s because this particular song reminds us that in a Hard Knock Life, You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile.
So when a dad with his daughter came up to the piano and said, “look, honey ! he’s making the pretty music by pushing all those buttons!”,  I remembered that I have the keys to my own responses and reactions.
Nobody is going to push my buttons if I don’t let them.
I will handle today because someone else has tomorrow already taken care of.




Every so often, I check my body fat percentage to make sure the weight that I’m gaining is from muscle.

I spent my twenties in the single digit range. And when I eat right, I can always expect the same results.

So I had a complete melt down + total freak out when I landed squarely at 14% this week.

Until I read this statement in a research article:

” A longtime rule of thumb is the fitness community has been that people tend to gain the most muscle at 10-15% body fat.”

Once again, I am reminded that we are all provided with exactly what we need, when we need it, in order to accomplish what we need.

I guess the only unnecessary fat here is in my own head.


I start a new twelve week cycle next week.

These are fitness phases in which I set specific goals for myself.

This time it’s simple: work the legs on my own without a trainer.

I’ve spent the past twelve weeks being meticulously coached on this one specific body part and now I want to see if I can independently achieve the same success.

But I know I’m not alone.

I have a journal that logs the entire plan I have just completed.

If I have doubts or if I feel like I’m stumbling –  all I have to do is pull it out and flip through it.

For the same reason, I do the Read-The-Bible-In-A-Year program in the Daily Bread devotional series.

Things WILL turn out right now.

Someone is on my side.

I don’t have to be holding to my own.

Thinking I’m alone.


I was asked to start a trio and we played together for the first time in public this weekend.

I had a really good time.

I practiced safe sax and the bass player had HUGE wood between his legs.

However, the thing that resonated the most for me was that by doing less, I felt more.

More of the music, more a part of an ensemble, more present.

Sometimes all it takes is being quiet and listening.

More of Him, less of me.