Back when I was about 17-18 years old, I thought my life as an adult would be consumed by playing music. I assumed my Sunday mornings would be spent accompanying the church choir.
Music was something I identified myself with. When I thought of "me"..music was something that came to mind.
Then I went to college, moved to Tucson, got married, became a nurse, started working........and now when I mention to someone I play a variety of instruments...they are very surprised. "You?!!?"
It's really sad that it's become such a distant part of my life, as prior to choosing to be a nurse - my 1st "major" in college was to be a music teacher.
I miss it. Whenever we go to a play, talk about going to a Tucson Symphony Orchestra concert, or when I listen to classical music..I almost always get a little teary/weepy eyed.
We happen to have an electric keyboard at home, which is something generously borrowed to me by a good friend of ours. But lately, its taken up space & collected dust.
The other day, I said to Ryan, "Let's just give that keyboard back to him. There's no sense in having it here." But Ryan objected stating he won't let me get rid of something I enjoy so much.
So....today I had the day off. I had plans of cleaning, organizing our new office, and other task-y things. Instead, I sat down and played!
It started out rocky (I haven't played since about October or November). All focus leaned on utter frustration that I just don't play like I once did....
And then I looked at the clock & realized an hour had gone by. My old songs were coming back to me.
I feel very relaxed and peaceful this evening. This may need to become more of a frequent ritual for me!