Every (other) fiber of my being

Day 3
I seriously considered not practicing today, but the thought of this very paragraph led me to unzip my case, buzz a few notes, and give it a good solid 45 minutes.  My chops are tired and the tissue of my lips is in questionable form.  Because I'm playing so many early morning concerts (the last time I've played this many days in a row before 9 am, Youtube did not yet exist), I just feel like I don't have the stamina to practice after about 3 pm.  Which I've decided is okay.  It's okay to not practice if every fiber of your being tells you not to.  But today, it was only half my fibers, so I decided to have at it and learn some of the last movement of the Ligeti Trio.  The more dead my embouchure feels, the more likely I am to waste my chops playing mindless scales and etudes, accomplishing nothing.  It's pretty counterintuitive, but then again so is watching Netflix when I'm short on time and need to lesson plan.  Today though, the thought of having to share this paragraph again made me actually think about a goal for my practice for just one minute before I began to mindlessly play.  And so, I did get some of the Ligeti in my ear, not an easy thing with its gnarly harmonics (see my previous post).  And now...
I guess I'll lesson plan instead of watching Netflix.  Focused February, y'all.  It's happening.