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^That is the sound of a rubber band stretching. Wow, my intros to my updates are really great, aren’t they?

Something I’ve been noticing is that I could stretch myself so much further than I dare to try. I see it in my intellect, my music, my physical health, in everything really.

When I write, I write with the same tone and threshold of verbal color. There are beautiful writers I could read and be taught by. I could construct what I write with so much more intricacy and literary brilliance to make Def Jam audiences snap their fingers. But here I am, with the same old sentence structures and limited vocabulary word bank.

The other day, when Christmas song jamming with the guys, Lucas tried to teach me how to read jazz chords. I’ve become so comfortable and confident in my current set of chord embellishments that it was really difficult for me to push myself to interpret the chord signals any other way than I’ve been playing them for the past five years or so. But by just stretching my fingers, I could broaden the possibilities of music I could produce.

I could be more fit. End of story HAHA.

I could be so much more knowledgeable if I just read more. I could be a more friendly person if I went out of my comfort zone to talk to people unlike me. After a while, this realization kind of seems like something Captain Obvious would say.

If so, wow. I could be so much more in spirit. I could embrace and adore my God in a way so much more real than I am now. It’s definitely possible, and so I should. And I think I will! PTL for hitting me upside the head with obvious convictions. Next week, I’m going to go on a personal retreat back to our Berkeley apartment for about 3 days to spend alone with God. Maybe it’ll drive me insane having nowhere to go and no one to talk to. But maybe it’ll be the best thing ever, you know?

Tuesday Dec 12 @ 12:13am