Oh dear, she says with a rueful laugh

I find myself rushing through my English homework so I can get back to my REAL work: music homework.

Any reasonable person might very well ask why this would be a problem.

Because I'm an English major.

Yes, I believe there is an awful lot of piano practice in my near future. I'd better see if there's any way these hands can handle class piano after all!

Music, music, music, and starting a life over

It's not everyone who gets a chance like this. I nearly died the summer of 2015, spent a couple weeks in the hospital. I'd already started writing songs in 2014. The weeks I spent bed-bound after I came home in 2015 truly emphasized what matters more to me than anything else, and although taking a shower was very high on that list, nothing was more important to me than getting back to my keyboard.

I must sing. I must write. I must play. This is who I am at the absolute bedrock: I must sing.

Siren blood runs in my family. Both sides are loaded with professional and amateur musicians, and I had fully expected to be one of the pros only to find myself not even an amateur. I was completely blocked musically and could not sing or play at all.

It was so bad that I didn't even recognize that I was blocked. I had just put it out of my mind.

At the end of 2013, I made a demand of the Gods that they allow me to get my life back on track. January of 2014, I began singing again. It's grown organically from there. Now I'm in school, and if my carpal tunnels will cooperate, there will come a day when I switch my major back to where it has always belonged. There will come a day when I'll once again be a musician.

Let me come home again, oh you Gods. Welcome me back to Music, and let me come home.