I’m still pretending. I’m still pretending it’s okay that I missed two days in a row posting to this blog. I’m still pretending I didn’t mess up when I played part of my piece for someone. I’m pretending that all of my students practice diligently every day. I’m pretending that I practice diligently every day. I’m pretending it’s not after 11:00 at night. I’m pretending that I’m a grownup. I’m pretending I don’t feel as though I’m falling hopelessly behind on all the many thing I have to do. I’m pretending that everything is always working out for me. Why? The alternative is so much more unpleasant.
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