Nothing Stays the Same

     A couple days ago, my mom and I went to breakfast. We started talking about my (piano/vocal) lessons and how it would be good to start some guitar lessons in July. My mom asked me if I ever thought Mrs.Whitesell would retire. Of course my answer was no! This is a woman who consumes her life with what she does. She gives lessons, is a part of every competition, president of clubs and head of everything. So, naturally I said No, that Mrs.Whitesell would never retire because this is her life. My mom and I were talking about how I need to restart piano lessons and work on composing and things like that, because this year I didn't do any piano with Mrs.Whitesell. Now there is no way that I would have stopped taking lessons from Mrs.Whitesell to take from my old piano teacher Mr.Carrillo, because that would just seem like a slap in the face. I am stubborn enough, that there is nothing that anybody I could do to convince me to do that. No one needed to convince me though, because as it turns out, there was no decision to make at all. 

     I went to my lesson tonight. The sky is gray and I have been super emotional the last few days and certain songs just make me cry. I was feeling like that as I was driving to OCCC where I have my lessons, today. I went to the bathroom and redid my make-up and drank some water and waited until I needed to go in. I should learn to always be on the tips of my toes, because God works in ridiculous ways, and I can never figure out what is going to happen. Tonight, Mrs. Whitesell told me that this would be my last lesson with her, forever...because she and her husband are retiring. OF COURSE we had just been talking about that and how I thought she would never retire, well as it turns out...never came pretty fast. I was shocked and suddenly really sad. Yes, Mrs.Whitesell and I weren't always on the same page, but I have spent every Monday night with this woman for the last six years, having her teach me and train me and stretch my abilities. This isn't what I was expecting tonight. But God has his reasons. Now, I don't have to make a choice. I don't have to "back-stab" anyone because everything has been laid out for me...my path has been directed. God is good, but sometimes things are hard. This was really hard for me, and that is strange because if you had asked me a week ago how I would react in this situation, I'm not sure I would have said that I would be so sad about it. I spent the entire drive home crying. It has been a hard night, but there is always the morning. 

      The last thing Mrs.Whitesell said to me was this : "There is a little saying that Mr.Whitesell always says, and I get mad at him every time he does..but is says "Nothing stays the same"" And I think I realize just how true that is.