What can I say? How many start over at 40? Despite the “it’s-all-downhill-from-here” mindset perpetuated by the folks of yesteryear…I’m finding 39 (almost 40) to be a time of new biginnings, realizations of dreams and more.

I’m now dusting off my cobwebs, growing up, joining the adult world and beginning to feel at home in my space.

I recently discovered…(as of last Saturday)…that I can write songs! Lyrics, music and all. Do I play an instrument? No. Can I hear music in my head…surely! I was pushed, pummelled, cajoled, coerced into putting something together for a friend. I started out with…”but I just sing…I don’t know how to write songs!” By the end of the day…I was like…”I can do this!”

All this time…the only one limiting me…was me. In my head, a prerequisite for writing music was the ability to play an instrument…and since I don’t…ergo…inability to compose….

Hello… computer software and a creative mind? Well that’s my rushed rant…for today.

Peace,
Dee