Age changes the way people perceive us and how we perceive others. It’s ridiculous but undeniably true. I have no idea where the mystical lines lie where these changes occur, but at some point we pass from “young” to “old” in the eyes of others, or from “sweet and innocent” to “jaded” or “wise” or really anything else along the spectrum.
It’s as though all my life peers, family, teachers, friends, and random customers have all suggested one grand idea – the sky is the limit! The world is your oyster! Reach for the stars!
Forward now to 24. I’ve suddenly passed some invisible line that I didn’t realize existed, which has inexplicably turned everyone in sight to Miss Cleo.
Here is a brief list of what I’ve been told by various people and in no particular order concerning the fate of my music degree during my time as an undergrad and beyond:
You should not be content settling with only a bachelor degree. You need to complete more school. That is how you plan for a good future.
What you need to do is put yourself out there more. Like insert name here, she is doing everything she can to put herself out there! And look, shes getting all kinds of gigs! You need to be doing everything you can!
Why do you want to study music?
Why do you think you want to study music?
Oh a music degree! So you’re a singer?
What are you going to do after you graduate? For work?
Are you going to teach?
Do you want to teach?
You would be a good teacher. You should teach lessons.
So…you’re going to teach then?
Now is the time you should start thinking long-term. You’re not in school anymore. You need to find something solid, that can lead you long-term.
You play the…violin? Oh, viola, so that’s like a violin?
Asks about classical piece of music playing over a speaker. What, weren’t you a music major? How do you not know who this is?
I think you’re doing great just where you are, I think this is right where you’re meant to be. I am proud of you.
If anyone has assumed that I have simply skipped around through school and beyond singing the Sound of Music in my head spinning barefoot in circles and not even for a second contemplated any of the above topics, then you are wildly misinformed. (However, I have also done exactly that.)
Does anyone think that art students choose their degree based on the endless list of career choices that are available to them the second they throw their cap in the air? Every single artist who has spent time and money, sweat and tears, and who has sacrificed sleep, food, friends, life, and drinking, has also spent many, many, many, odd and empty evenings thinking about any and all possible outcomes of their artistic destiny. They are always thinking.
They all know that maybe, nothing big will ever come of it all.
I would like to be excluded from the assumption that I am not thinking about my musical future.
I am thinking about it. Quite constantly. (And actually, don’t you think everyone, to some degree, is thinking about their future too?) Life predictions are therefore unnecessary.
Music in itself is a giant endless expanse of opportunity.
There is no timeline.
It will always exist and always be needed. I am proud of myself and all the artists still working, studying, creating, and thinking – uncertainty is refreshingly exciting.
Tarot cards wont tell you that. The world is your oyster!