i don’t know what season we’re in but i love everybody and everything
I’m actually not sure I’ve ever experienced this amount of extended joy in my life
i’m just constantly really happy and grateful
despite the burning buildings around me
i’m really, really enjoying myself
i’m kind of letting life write itself, letting the stories write themselves
extracting lessons and blessings from all of this
also! things are starting to make so much more sense… maybe the extended joy began when i bought this piano
suddenly it’s so clear what was missing
i’d like to get rid of most everything in my apartment except this piano
one by one
anyway, i think i’m destined to be an amazing pianist and composer
as boring as it sounds
it just feels so fucking good
and it makes so much sense to me, it feels more natural
i enjoy it
i mean think about it. who the fuck makes it through like 10 years of piano lessons? it has to be someone who really fucking enjoys that shit
and the jazz stuff, i connect to so much because it’s the perfect intersection of nature and spirit
like
wtf
i’m so excited to be on this journey of learning and fully blossoming into my butterfly