Discipline | I have not always been a disciplined person. I am disciplined in some things more than others. I am sure I am far from alone in this.
Discipline begets discipline. i never saw that coming. No doubt this nugget of truth was told to me. I am sure I was either distracted or just not listening.
This riff on discipline has me thinking of seed-sowing and compound interest. I did not see that coming either.
Music | For too many years I have not really talked a lot about my musical habit. If I did talk about it, I would refer to music as “a hobby I work to pay for” or something similar.
It struck me fairly recently that those of us who play music, write music, breathe and bleed music; have been given a wonderful gift. What an amazing thing to be able to play a tune on an instrument or two. What great joy we should have if we can lay hold of enough notes to sing or hum a tune.
My mom is a piano teacher. She taught me to play the piano when I did not really want to learn. I am grateful that she persevered to teach me. Thank you, Mom.
In years past I was good to share music with friends. If you are here reading this, you are a friend to me. I know this for I have been far too good at keeping any musical goings-on in my life mostly under wraps.
Continue reading “Day Four”Childish Things. I find myself today thinking of childish things. I used to know everything. I cannot put a finger on when it was that I knew so much. My mind or the muse that sometimes whispers to me says it was when I was twenty-two. Maybe. It must have been around that time that I topped Pompous Mountain.
I know far less now. I know well that by the time I was twenty-four, everything that I believed I had known with such certainty had become suspect.
I remember coming apart. Everything looked fine on the outside, or close to it. But I was coming apart. At least a few people who knew me and loved me could see it and held onto me in whatever ways they could. I am grateful for them.
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