Thursday, February 7, 2019

Passion

My son describes a helpful business book about having passion in whatever you do.  I seem to lack this passion.  I used to have it.  The kind that made you jump up each morning to start the day.  Now I struggle looking for that.  Sara said "you are retired, you did that already".  While this is true I still think life has more to offer than just being a caretaker.  So, I moved the piano.  It was stuck behind some living room chairs, making it difficult to sit down and play.  Should the mood strike me.  Now it is in a bigger space in the bedroom.  No excuses not to play.  Maybe I will take lessons again..

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