So, I have a new therapist now. He's a DBT therapist and his name is Tim. He's extremely cool as far as my first impression goes. He has curly hair like Stephen and he wore a nice vest. I love vests! So yeah, I'm excited to get better, but I'm still not too excited about therapy. I have some experience with it and it's always been bad. And it's not fun talking about what makes you sad anyway. It just makes you sad! Like...the whole point of having a subconscious is so you can cram all your baggage in it.
Also, I just finished my resume and cover letter for the internship at the medical examiner's office. I was ready to turn it in at about 8am - a good "I'm always fresh in the morning" time. And then it dawned on me that my application is in paper and ink form. So...great. Maybe I can go to the library? Either way, I'll have to wait for a morning time again because I think it looks bad when you do it at night. Maybe that's crazy.
Did I mention Stephen is the best? Well, since mid-last year, I've been pining for all kinds of instruments. I eventually bit the bullet and bought an acoustic guitar in October. It was okay, but I quickly became bored and dissatisfied with it. Figuring a bass was more my style (actual riffs instead of chords, no multitasking with singing, etc), I bought a very nice one online. It was used, so I figured getting hundreds of dollars off was a good deal.
It wasn't. As soon as I got it, I turned it into the shop to get set up (which was a hassle in and of itself and another story for another time). A week or so later, the repairman called and said he couldn't adjust anything on it because the neck was so warped. It's useless unless I want to buy another neck.
So I promptly bought another one as I guess I was aching for something to do. I bought a very cool strap and amplifier for it. However, it didn't help. I felt like it would take so long to get any good at it, and I became overwhelmed, even more so than the excitement I had to play MUSE riffs.
And I quickly realized that none of these things was going to help. I needed a viola. I missed my viola. I missed having anything I used to love, really. I had no cat, no rock collection, and no viola. Just books and books about death investigation - which were fantastic, but...not exciting to read more than once. Nothing is that exciting.
Anyway, after waking one day, I decided I was going to get a viola. I drove right over to the store and when I came in, I quickly realized it was Fiddle Fair! Everything was on sale and out on display. I tried a few 16" violas, since that was the size of my old one, and then tried a few 16.5". To my delight, those ones not only fit better, but sounded instantly better. And the one that initially caught my eye with it's stunning varnish was the one I took home. It was the most beautiful looking and the most beautiful sounding instrument in the room. And the lady helping me was a violist herself - only she played a 14.5". So that was interesting to watch!
I LOVE this viola. It blows my other one out of the water. I still appreciate what my old one did for me and all we went through together, but this one is just amazing. And my eternal companion bought it for me. What a gift!
Here she is.
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