And as with every compelling story, I, your simple adventuring protagonist began with a false start.
Plans change and swirl around me, but I seem to be returning to the eye of the storm.
Teaching myself to play guitar has been a precious experience these last few months. With new music flowing through me, I find myself drawn to instruments at every turn. As the sun set today, I sat at the upright piano in my good friend's living room, the purple orange twilight stole in through the curtains, setting the scene for my first recital since childhood. I don't play piano. Or so I thought.
Tunes long ago drilled mercilessly into memory by stifling piano lessons, now flowed out easily and naturally. I felt a shift. Breathing more deeply, remembering old songs, feelings, and anecdotes from a compartmentalized childhood labeled 'fragile, handle with care,' I feel a shift.
I'm coming back to conscious breath, feeling the volume of my monkey brain's chatter receding ever so slightly.
The road calls and I feel more ready than ever to answer.
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