This semester.

One thing everybody says musicians do wrong is consider “busy-ness” as a mark of honor. How are you? “Busy” “Good!”

Except it’s not just musicians. It’s Americans. We are all too busy. There are a lot of reasons for that. Some of it is the culture, we feel like we need to stay busy to keep up. We feel like we need to do all of these activities to make sure that our kids are doing all the THINGS that the other kids are doing. Or we need to stay busy for work reasons: if you are a freelancer you stay busy to work more, to make more money. Maybe to buy more stuff, maybe to save more, to save for a rainy day, to save for when you get sick and have to pay for that surgery, that out of pocket bill, that unexpected health emergency, losing a job and the associated insurance, etc. Really all of everybody’s money worries are health care, right? Or is that just in our household?

Maybe you stay busy just to avoid looking directly at the horrors going on in your country. Maybe if you take on more students than ever, more gigs than ever, maybe if you pack your schedule just a little bit fuller you can avoid reading one more news article about the human rights violations in our country, the people being deported who have lived here for decades who are also possibly citizens, the people being murdered on fishing boats, the people being held indefinitely for who knows why, maybe just being brown skinned people who might have overstayed a visa, but also just might be citizens. And in no particular order: the articles about wide spread corruption, the attacks on the press, the freedom of speech, attacks on women, college campuses, reproductive rights, the economic downturn, my friends who have lost their jobs, attacks on trans people and lgbtq rights, the weaponization of the justice department, attacks on vaccines and the dismantling of the CDC and the NIH, the complete corruption of the Supreme Court, and…I could go on.

So maybe when we say we are busy, maybe we are avoiding that. Some of us might be. Are we hiding our heads in the sand? Probably. Do we wish we could do more? Of course we do. But sometimes what that more is is doing what we are already doing: teaching music to kids, one kid at a time. Playing music. I voted, so many times. I’ve made calls. I’ve shown up at protests–and I’ll keep doing what I can of those things, but I think what I can do now is my thing, to touch people, one on one. My students will grow up to be better people because of music, I hope. I hope.

So I’ll just keep being busy. It is the best thing for me. Busy keeps me sane. The best part of having 34 hours of teaching is that when December comes around and some of those students are done (thanks Wash U for being done earlier!) it makes the Christmas season feel a little easier!