I did it, y’all. First off, the opening two movements of Between Light and Dreaming are up on Bandcamp, as you can see above. I am going to edit my piano piece further later.
Second, I broke through a funk enough to write this blasted post. I have been having trouble getting motivated to even compose, much less blog. I’m proud of myself every day that I can get up and do things, even if they take a bit to do. I’m super proud of myself for blogging consistently for just about two months. I know I don’t do much promotion (or even tagging) for it anymore, but it’s still here and partying every day. I’m glad I can keep at it.
And now for something completely different.
I have this recurring mental image of myself walking around a palace and being waited on hand and foot. I’ve been scared to even mention it, because what would that mean if I wanted it? I’m a human of the modern era, I should be pursuing something that actually makes money and forwards my husband and me. I need to do something like that. I feel like a brat for letting it linger in my mind for more than a moment.
What if I do want that, though? What would I be doing with my life then? Inner bully is tossing around some choice words right now. Would life be the same, just with more stuff? Should I feel guilty for wondering these things?
Well, that’s all for today.
Until next post,