I love my jobs. In fact, I love everything I do. I love teaching, I love managing the music school, and I love promoting classical music in my city. Sure, everything has a downside sometimes. My students (and their parents) often drive me nuts, the school seems to have endless problems, and there are still many things I have to figure out in my job as a promoter, like how to fund a season of classical music concerts.
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| Arties Familiy of Musicians at IFI Bandung during "KlasikFest 2013" |
Sometimes when things got really rough, I complain as well. But my mum always reminds me that I am still lucky because at the end, I get to do what I want to do. I get to choose whether I want to quit or continue, and I get to be my own boss (technically I am an employee in the music school but the owners of the school are my best friends who pretty much let me do things my way.) In many ways, it's a privilege. And I am indeed so fortunate that despite all the difficulties, there are many, many sweet moments while in the world of works that keeps me going on. Like when my students passed exams with flying colours or gave a great performance in a concert. Or when the school is getting new students. Or, many times, when I meet wonderful musicians from overseas who share their exceptional talents in music making and eventually become good friends.
My Japanese friend Toru once told me to take care of myself because I seem to be working all the time. But I guess I just love it so much that I don't mind.
