I have news! It’s still too exhilarating for me to even think about it, but I’m going to France!
Let me be honest: I’ve never dreamed of France. In my fantasies of Europe, France has never topped the list, yet here I am, plane ticket booked, and thoughts adrift in a sea of plans. So why am I even bothering?
Late on New Year’s Day, I contemplated the new year and what it held in store. I knew I wanted to take a trip overseas this year because it’s long overdue—my last trip to Central America was in 2007! Initially I thought to go back to Italy, rent an apartment in Florence and live the Italian life for a few weeks before returning to the mundane, but something possessed me to Google specific keywords that I cannot remember anymore. These words brought me to a website for a little music school in England offering a jazz course in France in August.
I knew right away I wanted to go to it.
I emailed the organizers right away and received a response the very next day. Since then, I’ve made my deposit for my spot and bought my plane ticket. This is really happening. I will be studying music in the French countryside for a full week!
I don’t really know what to expect. I haven’t studied with other musicians since I was in high school, and I don’t even know if that counts. It was so long ago and choir was a bit of a joke for most of the students who took it, an easy mark to pass the semester with. So I’m nervous, of course, but I have several months ahead of me before I get there, and who knows what changes will happen during that time.
This Sunday I am meeting a new vocal teacher who sounds good on paper. Even if it doesn’t work out, this is certainly not the end of the road for me.
I feel like I took a really important step last year by training with Anne Bonsignore. Not only did I gain a confidence in my own voice, but it has led to so much more. I keep finding these avenues and I’m no longer afraid to stray down them. Instead, I’m charging ahead, with a smile on my face and a fire in my belly.