Music Heals

I didn’t intend to play my bass last evening. Something made me sit down anyway. I played both of my Ibanez five string basses. The green one is full size and the black one is a short scale. I’ve been playing the short scale for so long I actually found the bigger bass difficult to play. It hurt my hands.

I love playing. Even though I felt bad in general yesterday making music lifted my mood and helped me forget my wonky stomach. I felt better afterwards.

Learning to play changed my life, and regular playing continues to improve my days.

I Miss My Work

I miss my work, the parts, pieces and components of it. I’m a detail oriented person and what I do involves a lot of document analysis, review and dissection. I then input information and due dates into a docketing or tickler system. I’m very good at what I do.

With my surgery date looming closer, it was necessary and essential for others to learn how to do my job so that the work would continue to be processed while I am out. Two people have split my work between them. My days now consist of reviewing their completion of my work. They are doing great.

I am doing nothing.

I miss my work.

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