Not necessarily the harsh sort of irony: in the empty-ish cubicle of a former co-worker, I find the hand-written exhortation, “You have to accept your journey!” (Including the exclamation point.)
Possibly to be interpreted as contradicting that, and similarly hand-written (so that I cannot supply the source of the Statement of Disinterest): “I have no interest in being a skydiver who’s successful 95% of the time.”
Separately, in his remarks while accepting the American Film Institute’s Lifetime Achievement Award, director Frank Capra offered: “Only the valiant can create.”
For my own part, I consider the work on the ballet thus far, from the oldest numbers which I composed in 2003, to this very week’s labors, entirely successful, musically. The ballet has been an unusual and protracted journey, and I have always accepted that. I formally renew acceptance of the journey, today. There was never any occasion to apologize for “delays” (—not delays: the journey!—) because there was no second party to whom a score or set of parts was due on any date; the only person to whom I have been responsible for the course of the project has always been, myself. I have had the desire to bring the piece to a conclusion, and I have also trusted both my Muse, and the Time. I have only waited.
Working on Scene 9 this evening.