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THE PAIN YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO BEAR

My song was evolving. As much as I wanted to record it with George, yesterday, I had the clarity to know that improvements cannot be rushed. My song most definitely improved with some adjustments. Just to be honest; my mother still has the acuity and certainly is aware of our love. I also know the memory of it is not far off. That is because I tend to anticipate and project where things are heading. I know my words touch on something that many people can relate to. Continue reading

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I CAN’T EXPRESS WHAT IS NOT REAL

I am still on my journey. Perhaps I will continue to write for the rest of my life. But “my journey’s insight” seems is definitely something finite and very special time for me. Lately, I have been living my life quite intensely; there’s been no doubt about that. That is probably because I have felt there is a deadline for me; I’ve had a premonition that something will derail me from finishing my mission, which is to record all my songs.
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SEEMS LIKE MY WHOLE LIFE I’VE WAITED

So today it has suddenly occurred to me that tomorrow is Jason’s Yarzeit. In two days, I will be performing at our temple my emotional song for him in front of a lot of people. I took my children to a family service a few times, and managed to get through it. This Saturday would be the first time in twenty-five years that I attended an adult service on this holiday. I’ve felt spiritual lately, and reborn. My voice and my soul are very connected. Although there is no guarantee I won’t make a mistake, I’ve decided I’m human and I’ll simply do the best I can when I play my song.
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THE TIMES IT TORE MY PRIDE

The title for this post comes from lyrics to my song, “Through My Music.” It absolutely refers to my feelings about “putting myself out there” and feeling squashed. The full lyric line is: Through my music I forget the times it tore my pride, but somehow I’m still playing
for comfort while alone. I might have had doubts about whether my songs that are left are “good enough” to record and share, but I don’t anymore. I’ve decided it doesn’t matter. My life feels like a musical. When I’ve gone to a musical, not every song is a hit. Therefore, even my songs that are unconventional can still be recorded if that’s what I want to do. Continue reading

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