There are so many things I want to do with this space, I find myself in a state of being -- well, static. I don't want to say paralyzed; I want no part of that. I don't want to say stuck, either.
I have very high hopes for the year ahead. I have dreams.
There are a lot of words tumbling around inside my head. They just haven't made their way onto the page, yet.
So, what am I doing this month? I'm doing my work as a music therapist, working with clients from preschool to retirement age. I'm writing songs. I'm writing in my journal. I'm singing. I'm playing. I'm reading aloud to my family, and pouring my heart into the reading. I'm pouring my heart into it all, really. I'm improvising.
Oh, yes. I am improvising.
I have declared this January to be, for me, the Month of Embarking. In other words, I am beginning to begin.
I have very high hopes for the year ahead. I have dreams.
There are a lot of words tumbling around inside my head. They just haven't made their way onto the page, yet.
So, what am I doing this month? I'm doing my work as a music therapist, working with clients from preschool to retirement age. I'm writing songs. I'm writing in my journal. I'm singing. I'm playing. I'm reading aloud to my family, and pouring my heart into the reading. I'm pouring my heart into it all, really. I'm improvising.
Oh, yes. I am improvising.
I have declared this January to be, for me, the Month of Embarking. In other words, I am beginning to begin.
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