Celebrating Music
I’ve mentioned my fragile emotional state for several posts now. Not only has menopausal malaise caused me to cry over dishwashers and appreciate my friends more, it has also caused me to have a hyper-sensitivity to music. There have been a few Sunday mornings at church where a song hits me just right and I have to refrain myself from sobbing out loud.
I was classically trained to play piano at the age of nine. I have since left the safe little bubble of Pachelbel’s Canon in D and Johann Sebastian Bach’s Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring and now… I… play in a band. Go me.
Celebrating four years of living after my original diagnosis of Stage III breast cancer… if that isn’t something to sing and cheer about, I don’t know what is.