I've fallen back in love with songwriting these past few months.
Don't get me wrong: I've always liked it. But I haven't wanted it this much in years. I crave the piano bench lately. I crave the creak of the floor when my foot hits the pedal. I crave the reverberation of the piano, and I even enjoy simply practicing again.
I've tried to put my finger on why it's happening, but I can't. I think sometimes things just happen in waves. I'm learning how to ride them.
I'm also learning that it's best not to give up on something you loved just because it doesn't hold your attention as much as it used to. Hell, I fall in and out of love with my restaurant all the time, too. In the end, it's the hard days that make me love the good ones even more. And I'm happy I stuck it out.
Reader, humans are distracted, fickle things. I know I am. But there's a bit of magic in not quitting. Even if it takes years, we get a second wind, a third wind, a twentieth wind. No sense giving up on our passions when they become less passionate. The thrill returns.
(Note to self: read this blog post next year when I feel like quitting).
With that, I'm off to write a little more music and make hay while the sun shines, as they say. I leave you with this picture of my kids next to our house a couple days ago. These autumn days are slipping by quickly. Looking forward to grabbing the last few, and I hope you can too. See you next Monday. -Em