I've become a real nag.
Not by choice. But by necessity. At my day job at the restaurant, I nag.
"Don't forget to drop silverware to Table 46! Pick up that orange juice glass at the server stand!! Who forgot to water the damn poinsettas?! "
Then I drive home for 9 blissful minutes. And once again, I commence with the nagging.
"Did you make your bed? Stop hitting your sister! You're not allowed to blow your nose on my coat. Why are you still hitting your sister?! "
I've started to hate the sound of my own voice. I don't want to have to be in charge of these things. But nevertheless, I am; therefore, I nag.
It makes me fearful of what I've become.
And then I remember: I have an outlet. I have a place where my voice isn't used to put things in their place. A place where I choose what I want to say. A place where I actually enjoy saying it.
The ol' trusty piano bench.
Reader, everybody needs an outlet. To some people, it's a punching bag. To others, it's a notebook. Some see it as a mountain trail. Others find it in a blank canvas. Whatever it looks like to you, don't forget to escape to your happy place. If it goes too long, you wind up like me: forgetting that we are not what we do all day long for necessity sake. We are what we do by choice.
With that, I plan to start looking around to plan my 2022 songwriting sabbatical. Whatever you're up to this week, I wish you moments of escape from all you do for necessity sake. You are more than what you have to do to get things done. I'll see you next Monday. -Em