Today I am thankful for being a musician and a psychotherapist.
Yesterday I had a conversation with a young coworker who is leaving to pursue his passion in music. He plays almost every instrument under the sun.
We spoke about how most musicians who go to college to study music often take on a major that will protect them should their performance careers not take off.
I chose music education.
He chose music business and production.
He seemed a little worried about going to college to study music and I told him that as a young woman, I never thought I would become a therapist and use my music recording knowledge to help people.
My hobby used to be making meditations for YouTube. I couldn't keep doing it due to the content trolls. It took a few hours each day to remove the copyright strikes against my videos because other people claimed they owned my voice
or the sounds of the birds recorded in my front yard.
What I eventually learned is that other hypnotists paid a company to protect their works from being stolen online. This company would pretty much strike every hypnotists' videos and audio files and then market itself as a way to protect their work from being removed on YouTube.
I just let YouTube take my free content down and I stopped posting videos through that platform. It started happening on other sites, too. I stopped sharing my work for free.
I never placed ads on my videos. YouTube did to create revenue for the content trolls. For a couple of years, it was a great way to advertise.
This young man can always go back into psychology should he feel the need. Musicians often make natural therapists.
It's amazing how much sound production has benefited me over the years. I've even harassed an obnoxious city employee with a boom mic (he was a bratty snot and he deserved it). I got a good recording of his nonsense, too.
The experience comes in handy once in a while.
******
I received a call from Sunnyvale, California last week.
It was less than 20 seconds long and it sounded silent.
I'm not sure why it bothered me so much.
With the sound amplified and the audio cleared up, the call captured a very sad voice slowly saying
"okay."
My gut feeling is that I need to pay attention.
I have no clue who this was.
This person is getting prayers.
******
The lessons are that nothing we learn is ever truly a waste of time -and- always trust your gut.
If anything comes of this, I'll share.
Love ya,
S.
Yesterday I had a conversation with a young coworker who is leaving to pursue his passion in music. He plays almost every instrument under the sun.
We spoke about how most musicians who go to college to study music often take on a major that will protect them should their performance careers not take off.
I chose music education.
He chose music business and production.
He seemed a little worried about going to college to study music and I told him that as a young woman, I never thought I would become a therapist and use my music recording knowledge to help people.
My hobby used to be making meditations for YouTube. I couldn't keep doing it due to the content trolls. It took a few hours each day to remove the copyright strikes against my videos because other people claimed they owned my voice
or the sounds of the birds recorded in my front yard.
What I eventually learned is that other hypnotists paid a company to protect their works from being stolen online. This company would pretty much strike every hypnotists' videos and audio files and then market itself as a way to protect their work from being removed on YouTube.
I just let YouTube take my free content down and I stopped posting videos through that platform. It started happening on other sites, too. I stopped sharing my work for free.
I never placed ads on my videos. YouTube did to create revenue for the content trolls. For a couple of years, it was a great way to advertise.
This young man can always go back into psychology should he feel the need. Musicians often make natural therapists.
It's amazing how much sound production has benefited me over the years. I've even harassed an obnoxious city employee with a boom mic (he was a bratty snot and he deserved it). I got a good recording of his nonsense, too.
The experience comes in handy once in a while.
******
I received a call from Sunnyvale, California last week.
It was less than 20 seconds long and it sounded silent.
I'm not sure why it bothered me so much.
With the sound amplified and the audio cleared up, the call captured a very sad voice slowly saying
"okay."
My gut feeling is that I need to pay attention.
I have no clue who this was.
This person is getting prayers.
******
The lessons are that nothing we learn is ever truly a waste of time -and- always trust your gut.
If anything comes of this, I'll share.
Love ya,
S.