I am trying to do a Much Better Job of Listening to My Soul. I have stifled it for far too many years. The Stifling has resulted in everything from over-eating to under-eating to anxiety to an I-can't-put-my-finger-on-it sort of discontent at various times.
For months, I thought my soul was saying, "Baby."
But then, on a whim, Tim ordered a ukelele for me. I know roughly 4 chords, but the second my fingers hit those strings, a sense of peace and contentment fills my heart in a way I can't explain.
Perhaps it was my head- looking at the calendar- and realizing that the number of rings on my tree wasn't getting any shorter- that was saying, "Baby."
And all the while, my soul and my heart were shouting,
"Music. Make Music."
So, music is what we shall make.
Love and his name is Eddy Finn,