I had a deep moment of nostalgia today. It was one of those memories that sets you back for a moment. It was buried far in my head, but it resurfaced as though it had been waiting for me to recall it for a very long time.
My high school had a rock band. It was one of the reasons why I wanted to attend it. I was first chair flute for two years, but playing guitar had been a passion of mine for a long time. I wanted a chance to develop my skills with the instrument among others in a setting that offered me opportunities to perform.
I sang, I played guitar, I learned some drums and bass. The rock band holds some of my fondest memories of high school.
One of the songs I remember covering was “The Funeral” by Band of Horses. There was a senior who covered the song with me when I was a freshman. I had met him the summer before and he quickly became a role model. The joy he held when performing was infectious. I was quite starstruck in his presence and will be forever grateful for what he taught me.
I reached out to him and told him that I hope he’s doing well and pursuing whatever makes him happiest. As I have been learning from myself, my internship, my supervisor, and all of the people around me, fulfillment has to take priority in life.
I have to go look into some open-mic nights.