I've been thinking about something lately: do you have something you truly love but don't feel able to discuss intelligently? I am such a music fan. I cannot go 10 minutes in a row without listening to music of some sort. I'm utterly addicted to my iPhone. I spend tons of time making playlists that "go together", suit my mood, evoke a certain emotional response, etc. I am constantly looking for music. Bonnaroo was practically heaven for me: a giant buffet of new music I have never tried before. I gobbled all of it up, came home, & spent too much money on music on iTunes. But I am not a musician. My fire lies elsewhere. That passion I see in people when they're playing live--I have that, but not to make music with. I have that when I'm starting an IV, when I'm doing chest compressions, when I'm smiling at someone because I know they're terrified of the procedure they're about to undergo. I don't have a problem with that; I wouldn't change that for the world. But sometimes I wish I could speak as eloquently about music as other people do. I wish I had that emotional understanding of what it's like to create something so beautiful & leave a tangible...something...anything...behind.
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