Last Saturday night, after spending the five days prior exhausted, not sleeping through the night, and not eating, I made the decision to quit my job as a Resident Advisor. Actually, the decision came Friday night. But I acted on it on Saturday, and handed in my resignation on Monday. So, as of Monday, I will have no place to live.
Well, that's not necessarily true. I've been in contact with a guy who PROBABLY has a place for me. I'm waiting to hear back on what the landlord says. So hopefully I'll know soon. The real thing I'm starting to be concerned about is money and where it's coming from. I can only keep thinking on Matthew 6 and know that God will provide. I'll need a job, is what it comes down to. But I'll think about that once I have a place to live locked down.
On another note, I'm REALLY excited to play for church this weekend. I'll be playing four one-hour services, one on Saturday night and three on Sunday. The thing is that it's a baptism weekend, which means I really am playing for upwards of four hours this weekend. I'm playing my bass as much as I can in between now and then to get my fingers calloused as I can get them; I haven't played much in the last week. I will say, though, that in-ear monitors are weird as all get out, but once you get used to them, they are AMAZING! I get my own PERSONALIZED mix, with as much of everything as I want. Which means that I can have the kick-drum at a different level than the rest of the kit, and no back-up vocals and only lead vocals. And the rhythm guitar at a different volume than what's coming out of an amp! WHICH..BY THE WAY.. I can't hear because the monitors cut out just about everything that isn't within the mix itself. SO. If the guitarist is using an amp, all I can hear of it is in my monitors. The coolest thing ever. And there's no speaker to trip over.
I'm doing a lot better, and people have noticed that the old Brandon is coming back. It was hard to explain to my residents (whom I from now on I shall refer to as friends :-D) that it wasn't them. I guess they liked me. They almost talked me back into it.
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