It is a troubling thing to feel like one’s job is an iron cage. But that is how I feel of late. Nine hours a day spent on a good cause, for sure, but nine hours of not doing what my heart really wants to do: paint, create, dance and make music. These activities which form the center of my being, are confined to the periphery.
So, after my nine hour shift, then after eating supper, and cleaning up, I finally sat down to play my piano. All the day’s pent up need to make beauty poured through my fingers and voice, and with what energy there was left in me, I decided to make a recording.
It was an imperative task. Perhaps proof to myself that I am not just my job, but also an artist. I am sharing it to you listener. There are some imperfections in it, for sure. But I hope that is an encouragement rather than a turn off. Perhaps you are stuck somewhere to, only able to half do what you are made to do. But never let that stop you from moving towards the vision.
At least that is what I am learning.
PS Photo from here.