I've been going through a blogging phase that is interesting.
And good.
When I feel inspired, genuinely pumped to talk about something-- I do.
When I don't have anything to say, I don't.
After all, isn't that why I started blogging in the first place?
It wasn't to feel trapped into a Monday through Friday schedule.
It wasn't to build a following; or to get my name out there.
It was just to write.
I don't want to just blog to blog.
I don't want to just hit "publish" on a post because the schedule calls for it,
It was just to write.
I don't want to just blog to blog.
I don't want to just hit "publish" on a post because the schedule calls for it,
or because it's time for me to fill in the gaps.
I think, and I think you'd agree, that quality triumphs over quantity when it comes to blogging.
I think, and I think you'd agree, that quality triumphs over quantity when it comes to blogging.
And in most aspects of life, no?
Some of my favorite bloggers write once a week, if that.
When they do, oh man, it's so good.
Some of my favorite bloggers write once a week, if that.
When they do, oh man, it's so good.
And just when I was really thinking and struggling with this issue, and contemplating if I should even write something for today, one of my best friends (she was our maid-of-honor in our wedding and has been in my life since she was 2 and I was 4) sent me the above video. Did you watch it? This is us, right before my wedding. 
I literally cried for 30 minutes during and after that video.
I know I'm pregnant and all, but seriously, it was just so beautiful.
I realized my life has been absent of music lately. Good music.
A little secret about me...
I've played the piano since I was 8 years old.
Classically trained.
Dozens of recitals.
A wonderful momma who drove me back and forth faithfully to lessons for over 10 years.
When I got busy with college, and dating Joshua, I let a lot of my practicing go.
And then I got married, worked a lot (a lot), kept going to school, and moved all over the place. And then out-of-state.
My parents, and Joshua, have always been my biggest supporters.
It was my husband who did a heck of a lot of work to move our piano out here from San Diego to Tucson, and my parents who graciously let us take it out of my childhood home.
A part of me mourns the fact that I'm not as good of a pianist as I once was.
And I'm sad that I learned the cello for a few years, but got too impatient with it, because I didn't play it as well as I did the piano (ha!). Oh, I wish I had stuck with it! It is so gorgeous.
But it's okay. It's like anything in life. I have to get back on the horse.
It's not lost.
That video above, a cover of the song "Secrets" by OneRepublic (my most favorite band-- talk about poetry and music with a cello and piano focus) stirred my heart and I think baby was even dancing and moving to the beat :)
One of my greatest hopes is that our baby will have all of the generous and caring, servant-like attributes of Joshua, and, if even a little bit of me, a heart for music. Nothing would make me happier. Other than that he or she loves Jesus, of course.
Sometimes we just need to step away, to feel and hear music.
Or see the colors of the sunset, and the wind across our cheeks.
To bring us back to inspiration.
I literally cried for 30 minutes during and after that video.
I know I'm pregnant and all, but seriously, it was just so beautiful.
I realized my life has been absent of music lately. Good music.
A little secret about me...
I've played the piano since I was 8 years old.
Classically trained.
Dozens of recitals.
A wonderful momma who drove me back and forth faithfully to lessons for over 10 years.
When I got busy with college, and dating Joshua, I let a lot of my practicing go.
And then I got married, worked a lot (a lot), kept going to school, and moved all over the place. And then out-of-state.
My parents, and Joshua, have always been my biggest supporters.
It was my husband who did a heck of a lot of work to move our piano out here from San Diego to Tucson, and my parents who graciously let us take it out of my childhood home.
A part of me mourns the fact that I'm not as good of a pianist as I once was.
And I'm sad that I learned the cello for a few years, but got too impatient with it, because I didn't play it as well as I did the piano (ha!). Oh, I wish I had stuck with it! It is so gorgeous.
But it's okay. It's like anything in life. I have to get back on the horse.
It's not lost.
That video above, a cover of the song "Secrets" by OneRepublic (my most favorite band-- talk about poetry and music with a cello and piano focus) stirred my heart and I think baby was even dancing and moving to the beat :)
One of my greatest hopes is that our baby will have all of the generous and caring, servant-like attributes of Joshua, and, if even a little bit of me, a heart for music. Nothing would make me happier. Other than that he or she loves Jesus, of course.
Sometimes we just need to step away, to feel and hear music.
Or see the colors of the sunset, and the wind across our cheeks.
To bring us back to inspiration.
Thank you, dear Alicia, for introducing me to this music tonight.
“Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the Divine." -Ludwig van Beethoven
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