I read this quote several years ago in a book by the late Dr. Wayne Dyer, and thought “Whoa.”

It still strikes me even now. And it struck me even more when it dawned on me that I had more years in my life BEHIND me than in front of me. Now there’s a sobering reality.

And just like that, I began to embark on an extended period of change. A “transition.” You know, one of those words similar to “learning experience.” A word or description that typically indicates a tumultuous period of ups and downs, whether we’re talking about life or the weather.

In my case, it brought about a career change, learning new skills, health concerns, the painful end of one professional relationship and the beginning of another, and oh yes, lest I forget, a hurricane. (insert eye roll here.)

During all of this, I didn’t feel like myself. I began to question everything, especially my safety.

I began to worry about things I’d never worried about before: my personal safety, my family’s safety, flying, not flying, driving, blogging, not blogging, my health, hurricanes, dogs, politics, people, approval, social media, blah blah blah blah.

The irony of all this is that most of what weighed me down was out of my control anyway. And it was a waste of precious energy.

So back to the question of music.

I think the hardest question for all of us to answer is, “What IS my music?” We are all gloriously different, thank goodness, so each of us have different “music” to offer the world.

Writing has always been my music, and when blogging came along, it really scratched my itch. But then life got in the way, as it often does, and I began to overthink things.

Prior to my…ahem…”transition”…I began to worry. Am I writing what people want to read? Is anyone out there? Does anybody really care?” I feel like breaking into song. 😀

I lost the joy of making my music.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned during this period (today, actually) it’s that your music is at its best when you do it purely, authentically and joyfully from the heart, with no attachment to any outcome. That’s when it’s YOU.

On the drive back from Florida this year, a thought popped in my head: “Maybe I should start blogging again.”

A few weeks later, I ran into my friend Johnna and her husband at Colton’s.

“Are you still blogging? I loved your blog!” she said.

There’s my sign. 😉

So, I’m back.

I really have no idea where this is going or what’s going to channel onto the page. And that’s the fun of it! I’m just the equivalent of a writing pen for an intangible, unnamed creative source.

I hope you enjoy it, and if you don’t, that’s okay. Because I’m writing for me. So hang on, this may be a bumpy ride! 😀

Cheers, friends. Make it a great day.