Author: Faubel, Carolyn


Have you ever noticed that more gets done with a deadline?

Of course Ė you may be that super motivated individual that most of us envy. The one who gets the entire to do list completed, no matter how mundane the activity. In that case, todayís column will be entirely for entertainment value. But Iím going to assume you are like myself and most people I know - somewhere, tucked away in a dusty corner, you have that to do list from years ago that lists important tasks Ė create a will, write a letter to that friend, knit a pair of socks for a special cousin, jam with your neighbor down the street Ė that never got done.

Iím good about ďfiniteĒ things. The cats FVRCP vaccine will be done when it expires yearly, my horse trailer will go into the shop in January to have the bearings packed, and my fiddle strings will be changed in June at the Grass Valley Fatherís day festival. If three songs are required to be learned, memorized, and practiced for an upcoming fiddle contest, I have that covered as well.

I struggle with activities that are ongoing with no milestones or associated goals or deadlines. I have access to a wonderful Wednesday night fiddle jam at Fredís house. I attended the jam regularly for a year, before other activities got in the way Ė a second horse, riding lessons, an early morning bible study group on Thursday mornings. The difference between the jam and these other activities was a timeline. I compete on my horses and there is always prep for an upcoming show or endurance ride. The bible study was only 4 months long, therefore it was important I attend as often as possible. Fredís jam, no matter how good or inviting was ďad infinitimĒ. It was always an option, and therefore, in reality, never an option.

For almost 5 years Iíve been stable Ė Iíve lived at the same address, had the same career, did the same activities and hobbies, and could make plans and goals for the upcoming years. In the last 60 days I finished and submitted my graduate school application, and have started to realize just how big of a change this is going to be. In 6 months, I will be quitting my job, moving, and starting over as a graduate student. In 6 months I will no longer have Fredís jam. This looming deadline has finally put Fredís jam into the forefront of my life. I will still have my horse, my bible, and my running shoes, but I will not have access to the jam, that over the past 3 years has done more to develop me as a musician than anything else.

It goes without saying that Fredís Jam will be my Wednesday priority for the next 6 months.

Turlock, CA will forever be the town I spent my early 20ís in, the town that saw me develop from a college to student to an independent women. I will miss many things about this town, but none more than Fredís jam.
Posted:  12/18/2010

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