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November 3, 2009 at 12:52pm
Music: Collide - Falling Up
Subject: Yay! My first journal entry on here.

I so rarely post in my online journals/blogs anymore, it seems... and even less frequently in my actual journals. It has, in fact, occurred to me lately that it would be a good thing for me to start writing more often again. When I was a kid (10-12 years old) I used to write EVERY DAY. It was practically my main activity, and since I was homeschooled, I had all the time I needed to do it. My daily routine was to wake up, dress, brush hair, eat, use bathroom, etc., and then take my customary place on my comfy bed with my notebooks (yes, notebooks!) sharpen my pencils, get out my art supplies (for I invariably would draw/doodle throughout the day as well) and start writing away. It's funny/interesting to note how one's habits change from when we are kids to when we are adults. My base interests have not changed; they have evolved, matured, but not changed. I still love to read, write, draw, paint, listen to music... but for some reason, I do not write or draw as much. Not nearly. I do not know exactly why this is so. I think that when I was younger I had a stronger sense of motivation for such things... which is strange, when you consider that back then, I was perfectly aware of my interests but had no solid ideas of what I wanted to do for a career... except my adolescent desire to be a musician/singer/songwriter. Which is funny because, now that I have developed a strong, profound sense of what I want to do for a career, it has nothing to do with that, but rather something I never really dwelt on as a core-interest at all until I was 14, and even then I was still contemplating and puzzling about what my driving interests truly were. Indeed I puzzled about this for years until only recently. And now that I have it all pieced together and set in my heart/mind/soul, my interest in learning to play music is starting to re-surface, not as a driving interest, but a profound interest nonetheless. I want to play piano. I always have. I want to learn by ear as well as by eye, so that I can eventually write my own music. I think I may want to learn guitar, eventually, as well. Music is powerful. And playing it... playing your own music, from your own soul... well, it's like writing, or drawing, or painting. It is an expression of emotion, of passion, of self. Yep. That is what I want to do. In all my endeavors, be it my professional career, or simply my personal pursuits. Expression.

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