My Dreams

As I prepare for to practice for my music  class, I can't help but to dream about where I want to be artistically one day. It's one thing to ask for and know your key, it's a whole other thing to be able to play for, transpose if need be and play for yourself.

I am not going to lie...my craft suffers sometimes with being a mother, holding down a job, service and school. I don't get that quiet practice time like I would like all the time...but I can't help but to love it...so I press on.