I’m obsessed with hockey and music these days, where all I would like to do is go to stick and puck and then come home and play with garageband. I want to write songs, songs, songs. There was a time when I just wanted to draw all day and now when I get to draw all day (ok, I still love drawing all day) at the back of my mind I want to pick up my guitar. It probably has to do with the fact that the band is on our January break and I don’t have that outlet but that will be coming to and end soon. Seriously though, if I was in charge of everyone in my band’s life, we’d be practicing all the time, writing songs together, doing a recording only project where we would could just focus on singing, and learning to play all the songs I love. So I guess its a good thing that I’m not in charge because they would quickly become my musical slaves.

Last night I got to watch a video of two of our hockey games (one I was not at, unfortunately) and for the first time saw myself playing hockey. It was quite weird. And this is not meant as any sort of criticism of my teammates, who are awesome beyond belief, but I was struck with how boring we looked. That most definitely means me. It was like going back to watching a Canucks game after the World Juniors, like, come on, show a little spirit! I lack hustle, that’s the only way to say it. Is it stamina, or desire, or both? Probably both, because its hard to hustle for an hour. But I think back on all the women I’ve met who’s hockey skills I’ve admired and the common thread was that wanting to get to the puck first. Then the encouraging thought was that sure, my backhandwristshotslapshotsnapshotmohawksstopscrossovers suck but I can always improve my hustle!

Seriously though, I could see why it might be less than interesting to watch us play, and certainly will think twice about it before I invite anyone to come watch. The good thing though is that we have a game today, where I will have the opportunity to work on it.