Ever since I was a little girl, I loved pianos.
I wished so bad I could have a piano and learn to play.
I would watch people who could play and dream of some day sitting on a bench and having my hands own the keys too.
When I was 12ish we bought a piano at an auction.
I was thrilled!
The piano was beautiful!
I was in love!
My dreams were coming true!
I played all through middle school and into 9th grade.
3 years. Then stopped.
I love music. I connect with music; lyrics.
Songs can say things better than I can. I’m not a talker or storyteller. Maybe that’s why I prefer a keyboard. Both laptop kind and piano kind.
It can be hard for me to organize my thoughts and dictate them well.
Somehow writing them down helps.
When I was younger I used to write songs.
Actually my brother, Jeremy and my cousin, Violet and I had great expectations of starting a singing group when we got big. Our hit song we wrote was “Love Jesus Christ with All Your Heart.”
I can still sing it to you today. 🙂
Music just draws me in; into worship; stirs passion.
It’s a release for me. A way to express myself. I’m one of those people who has a song that fits the moment. Ask my husband. Random times I burst into song that relates to something he just said.
I wish I had more time to play these days.
Jason got me a piano/keyboard for Christmas 2 years ago and ever since then I had wanted to take lessons again; to brush up.
The keyboard just sits there.
Full of potiental.
Lacking the musician.
Someday. . .