There are a lot of people I love. There is a particular potency to the love I have for people who make incredible music. Real music. These two women are two of those people who I love so much that, when I have a few beers, I confess my undying love to them every time they play a note. It’s awkward but hey. It’s me.
As a stay at home mama, it can be easy to lose yourself in taking care of others. I love my little people and I love being their mom. But… What else do I love being? I guess maybe I’m still figuring out what I want to be when I grow up.
It’s hard to have the courage to do what you really love. When you’re choosing your “path”, you have to think about money and work hours and all that stuff. We get so busy being logical about it that it feels absurd to admit what’s truly in your heart.
But the truth is, if I could write… Books and poetry and songs and posts and tweets… And read… And take pictures… And make music with people like Emily and Hope…. That’s all I would ever want to do. I can’t imagine how it would feel to make a living singing my heart out.
Why does something so simple feel so hard?