I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my first love.

Relax, hubby. I’m talking about Music. There was a time in my life where I lived for singing, cantoring Masses,  and playing in the band. I went to music school and dreamed of symphonic glory. My favorite thing to do was spend hours on end alone at my piano.

I don’t really know exactly what happened to that life. All I can say with certainty is that it changed.

For the past few months or so, I’ve been feeling drawn back to music more and more. I’ve started playing my piano again, a lot more often. At least one person I know is really enjoying this:

His favorite song seems to be “Sing to the Mountains”. He’s a good little Catholic bunny.

I hope I can stick to my practicing. Who knows where it will take me. I still don’t know what I want to do with my life. There are so many emotions to sort through. Maybe playing the piano will help me figure things out, somehow.