This is the beginning of everything….alright, that sounded really dramatic. I guess I should back up.
My name is Anna. It’s pronounced like ah’-na, and I’ll spend my whole life telling people that. I live on the coast of Virginia, surrounded by both trees and water, and I love it.
I’m a musician almost one year out of college. When I went to school for music composition, I knew it was because I wanted to be a film score composer. So completely sure. I would win the Academy Award and everything. But, it turns out I actually like lots of other things too: performing, singing, arranging, drinking tea, lying on grass for long periods of time, etc.
Currently I sing and play piano in an array of local jazz groups, as well as on my own for restaurants and weddings and stuff. I also have about three to four other part-time jobs (my mother calls it the “Musician’s Hustle”. As an aside, that could definitely be the name of the movie they’ll invariably make about my life). It’s great fun, and I feel so incredibly blessed all the time to be able to actually pursue what I love. My parents never encouraged me to play it safe or have the Plan B, only to do my best and work hard.
But….I know that’s not the end of me. I know I won’t be performing in these groups and restaurants, lovely as they are, for the rest of my life. I’m very much in that stage where, after you’ve shoved your brain full of knowledge in school, you just try to gain experience to make all that knowledge make sense. I know it’s taking me to greater things, but what?
I knew going into 2019 that this was going to be a big year, probably the biggest so far. I would have no university to tether me, and also no idea what I was going to do beyond my next gig. Whatever was waiting in this season was about to be different from anything I’d encountered before. In a good way, just a scary way.
It’s now 24 days into the new year, and I can confidently say that this is already true. New opportunities have arisen, new relationships have been fostered, new challenges have caused new pain, new trials have formed new bonds. Old me is being broken to make room for new me, new goodness, new love, new life. It has been, and continues to be, incredibly difficult.
But….I know that’s not the end of me.
I had the idea for this blog last autumn, and it grew to an actual site. I don’t know if anyone will read this, either now or years down the road, but this is a platform for me to be creative and free. To share the things I love (music, food, traveling, plants, whatever) all in this nice, structured, colorful environment.
So. Hello, this is me living on the brink of the rest of my life, enjoying all the beauty it has to offer.