There are some days that flow from start to finish. Today isn’t one of those days, at least not yet. I rarely stop my morning routine of playing the piano for three hours but I did this morning. I suppose I shouldn’t feel guilty playing for only 1 hour and 15 minutes but I do.
I am currently reading a book about Writing. Yes that sounds odd, reading about writing, but the book is about writing as a process and I have always enjoyed the writing process itself. I like to write and always desire to make myself better at my craft. So that’s what I did this morning. I stopped playing the piano to write. This won’t happen every day because the only reason I stopped playing was because I allowed my mind to wander. You can’t do that when you’re playing a musical instrument, at least I can’t do that when I’m at the piano. If I have allowed my mind to wander while playing, it’s just better if I stop because at that point the craft becomes broken and it is difficult to make progress.
Something is different today and I am not at all sure what it can be. I don’t think there is a full moon, but it sure feels like there’s one to me.