Saturday, February 21, 2009

Decision Day

The problem with life is it's uncomfortable. For some reason or another, progression seems to go hand in hand with change, which is certain to lead to discomfort. SOLUTION: Abandon all hopes and desires of progression. Problem solved, right? would appear that my decision day has finally come. After a series of four auditions, I find myself headed to San Francisco for the summer, accepted to Michigan's DMA program (2 more years of school) and last night, Houston (yes Christine, the city) called to bump my contract offer for 2010 up to 2009. I was so excited that I stole a car and went to Chili's to get a to-go order of queso and molten lava cake (see entry below)! Thus, my craving and my excitement were satisfied. (For the record, the stolen vehicle was my roommate's). Despite being overwhelmed with joy at the thought of a warm winter, a return to the city and friends I love, a GREAT career opportunity, and being nearer Jonathan Fuentes---I want to get my DMA. I don't want to leave MI. **GASPS**

Yes, my friends, after complaining about the weather, my busy schedule, and my non-existent dating life for two years, I don't want to give it up. Because I have a cute apartment that actually feels like home. I have roommates that I love and are my best friends. I've found people that appreciate "Family Business," aka "Family Bidniz" and are willing to play with me. My ward rocks the casbah, and it's small enough to actually know everyone in it---I should probably work on that. And I have the greatest possible teacher in my field, albeit one of the most stressful. And fantastic friends at school who all want me to coach/play for them next year.


But I think I might regret staying. My teacher has recommended I defer enrollment in the DMA program and take the job for at least a year. I have until Wednesday to decide. Which means a weekend of emotion and conflict, the latter being something I occasionally enjoy but the former being something I avoid at all costs.

Why can't someone just make decisions for me? And WHY are my plans thwarted every time I attempt to become Dr. Rhodes?!


  1. oh wow that is a tough decision! I am paying a ridiculous amount of money per month for a complex that do you say...ghetto...all because my friends and the ward are amazing! I understand a bit of your dilemma...good luck with the decision...I'm sure Soni won't be all that impartial, though...FYI...=)

  2. I love you too! If you want I will just call you Dr. Rhodes if that helps the situation at all.

  3. OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am calling you very soon, to convince you to come and live with me. We ill make a home in warm, sunny Houston. Your dad is Dr. Rhodes. Let's let him enjoy it for a few more years... =)

  4. I will make your decisions for you if you'll make mine for me Dr. Rhodes..

  5. Hey Steph...decisions are the pits. Especially when both are good decisions. But I agree with your teacher. You could have your cake and eat it too in this situation. Work in Houston for a year and then get your DMA. Ah but the people make that tough. Good luck! I miss ya. :)


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