A Curse or a Gift?

If I could go into the past and change one thing, it would be to change the collective decision of me and my mother to discontinue my piano lessons. I think that it would be a gift to have the ability to go back in time and decide to continue on with my musical studies. It would have impacted my life in so numerous of ways that it would be life altering. For one thing, I would have had music as a continuous musical outlet; I would have been able to craft my own songs, without depending on other artists to express my feelings in their songs. I would have had more confidence in the ability that I had and thus would have spent less time taking high school courses that did not really reflect me, trying to be something that I am not, and more time talking courses that would have developed my abilities and skills. Perhaps it would have made decision making for my future easier, but this I can never know. This gift would give me the chance of going into the past and erasing one of the most pressing regrets in my life to this day. I am now, nine years later still feeling the effects of that decision made long ago. Although I am still musically inclined and have still a great interest for all types of music, I cannot help but feel set back and cut off from something that I feel is so close to me, and yet, now, so far away.

A Day In The Life Of Me...@ 85! 8~O

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the distant ocean breathing from the window of my little apartment in Italy. It’s around 8 o'clock, I get up and stretch my achy body and have a warm shower, then it’s off to make breakfast for me and my husband who likes to sleep in a little longer than me. We’ve decided to go for a walk today before the grandchildren get here. They are coming in from the city and I decided I would teach them how to make the best olive bread! Then my husband will take them for a walk in the fields, to show them the secrets of keeping a beautiful grove. I set the coffee to go and take out some fruit and fresh bread and nutella, still our favourite breakfast! He sleepily awakes and come to give me a peck on the cheek and then wraps his long arms around me and I smile telling him to hurry up, or we won’t make it back in time for the kids. As we finish our breakfast reading various literature, we clear the table, slowly, and then set off on our walk. Our movements have become slow and forced but we love our morning walks and I decide to stop by a “neighbour’s” house to say hello while my husband continues on. When the sun is high above I finally leave from my “pit stop” and go looking for my husband, I find him chatting with the rest of the town’s old men and tell him I’m going home now. As I walk home the sun is warm on my face and I am deciding what I should make for lunch. Soon the little ones will be here and all the house will sound in youthful joy, with the sun shining and my old songs playing, life will continue on.