Sometimes the past knocks on the door of your present and informs you it’s suppose to be in your future.
That happened to me the first time a month ago. When I answered the door I was totally surprised the past had caught with me after many years.
My dream to be an acclaimed pianist as a child seemed like a unobtainable dream. I didn’t think my mother could afford to give me lessons so I never asked for fear of hurting her feelings. Many years later as an adult I started lessons when my daughter was taking them but I didn’t finish. Years later I decided to try again. I managed to take lessons for a whole year including a recital. Since that magical time-no more lessons.
Last week there was another knock. This time I was impressed to get my keyboard out. I dug into the back of the closet and found it. Much to my surprise my piano books were in the case also. Looking through the books I found my recital piece. I can still play some of the songs in my books.
I found in my mailbox information about a music school that I will be checking out. Very interesting.
I believe I’m suppose to honor the knock and finish well.