I Wish I Were

I wish I were one of the grown-ups I wanted to be when I was a kid dreaming of my future.

I dreamed of being an elementary school teacher. I loved little kids. I had the patience and desire. I also dreamed of owning a day care. That dream also connected me with little kids.

I wish I were an artist standing before a canvas and letting my creative juices flow. Making beautiful artwork that the person taking in the beauty be swept into their own I wish I were.

Instruments making music reverberate within me every since I was a child. My desire was to play the piano. I wish I were an excellent pianist that could make the keys dance beneath my fingertips to the melody of my choice and bring joy to the listening ear.

I wish I were free to be able to express myself through my writing that would help the reader see a clearer picture of themselves and not let anything stop them and having to one day think I wish I were.

I truly wish I were able to ignore the annoying voice that repeatedly haunted me with you can’t do this or that. I wish I were able to push past that and succeeded.

Xylophone A to Z Blogging Challenge

When I was a child the first instrument I encountered was a xylophone. It was an interesting strange-looking and sounding thing that had to be pounded with a stick that has a knob on the end. Ping, ping, plunk, plunk were the only sounds I could make. I didn’t have a clue what to do with the xylophone but I had fun banging on it.
In the years since I’ve heard beautiful music created by skilled musicians that changed what I thought about the xylophone.


When my children where little I bought them a xylophone.I went through the ping, ping, and plunk, plunk with them. I would join in with them and we made a lot of  noise and had a fun doing it.


I never learned to make beautiful music on the xylophone but I had fun making plenty noise.
Have you ever had the opportunity to make beautiful music?