Changes.

Today was a very red letter day with regards to my voice lessons. In the middle of a thirds exercise my teacher stopped and said "You know, I just realized how dead serious you are about singing." We then had a heart to heart where she told me that the time's coming where I'm going to have to switch to a male teacher. We have about three months before I should be making the switch. She talked about the progress that I've made in the past few months and how she was impressed, and suggested I find a choir and come up with a list of songs that for my repertoire.

I want to be a singer, and if nothing else I want everyone to understand how big of a deal it is for me to be one. At the very least I want this deep need that I have to be respected by the people around me. It's difficult though. My parents are still adamant in pushing me in the direction they see fit, namely business. My mom specifically wants me to become an accountant.

I like to think that when the time comes to tell them what I want out of my life, they will come to terms with it. An older couple stopped by my work today and they gave the advice to just do what you love to do. I'm hoping that this is a common piece of wisdom that isn't tossed around in vain.

Just to be clear. I have no interest in becoming some famous Hollywood pop singer. I want to sing classical music. I want a voice that tells stories and speaks to peoples' consciences . It's a strange thing to want when everyone else is content to want physical and financial things. For all our talk about having a meaningful life, we rarely seek one out for ourselves.

I'm going to have to tell my parents what I want with my life at some point, and at that point. I really hope they will understand that there's two types of people who go into music, those who have a choice and those who don't. The more I go through life, the more I'm realizing that I am the latter.