Unwritten.

Believe it or not, I am quite indecisive.

Since I was about 5 years old, I have been taking piano lessons. They meant very little to me at first. Practicing notes over and over again never was my idea of "fun". But then I got better. I practiced more. And suddenly, I loved it. And when I say I loved it, I mean that there is nothing else I would rather do in this world than play the piano to my heart's content. This is not your average "I took lessons when I was 5 and became a concert pianist" story. Unlike most of those stories, I stopped taking lessons. I quit. (I really hate that phrase.)

But now, sitting here at BYU, wondering what I am supposed to be doing, while sitting alone in a music practice room wondering why the heck I stopped taking lessons, a little light was shed on my problem. WHO SAID I CAN'T START AGAIN? I stopped my junior year of high school, so technically I've only been "out of shape" for a year, which is manageable.

I know exactly what your thinking. "There is no way you need to be 'in shape' to play the piano."
Oh believe me. You do. I always compare it like this- If you are a star athlete and MVP of the year, do you practice only an hour a day? You wouldn't dream of it! That's just like piano. You need to practice several hours a day to come out on top. And I'm ready to take that challenge on again, if the conditions permit.

My book is definitely still unwritten, but I'm grateful for little moments like today that help come one step closer to finding out what I want to be and what the Lord would have me do.

Scary stuff, growing up, isn't it?