In some ways, this year was very hard. It might have been the hardest I’ve ever had. The trials might have been good for me, though. On the other hand:
I went from working for a company that had no idea how to pay its bills to a company that is interested in investing and building their business, without having to move jobs.
After more than two decades of being drafted as a guitarist; I finally get a gig as a bass player, with a band that plays shows, playing music I love to write and play, and is pretty popular! I’ve even been complimented on my playing by a player that made me think “Wow, she makes me look lazy.” when I was watching her play. Really, as a musician, its been a fulfilling year.
I visited Chicago for the first time this year. For the first time, I think I found a place I would like to move to someday. I’ve still got to make it through a winter visit, though. I’m a bit of a weather weenie.
To everyone that’s expecting (or hell, everyone that had kids last year, too): May your children make you proud!
ETA: And dammit, digs, be proud. The art world is hard. Is it an ensemble show, or is it all your own?
