And another thing...

There are so many things to do in a day. There are the things you have to do, the things you want to do, the things you should do, the things you need to do (but maybe don't) and the things you just, well, do.

One of those "need to do" things that keeps coming up is practicing my musicianship. Did you know that I have a degree in music? It's not the first thing that comes to light when you meet me. Not any more. And that's a shame. It used to be how I defined myself, who I was, and what I did. It's what I spent my education and my youth on, and it's where I live, in my inner life.

I used to be able to play the piano with some competency, play clarinet confidently, and sing as a professional chorister.

Not anymore. Now, the cares of laundry, dirty floors, pet food and making dinner take precedence. When did this happen? Why did this happen? Why did I let it happen?

Time to take charge, make the rubber hit the road, reclaim all that lost time. Time to practice what feeds my soul.

Music tomorrow.