Growing up I tried my hand at guitar, piano, saxophone and percussion. None of which stuck no matter how hard I tried. But I kept trying. Music has a way of reminding me to slow down. Reminding me to listen. 

The sun sets on a long Thursday. My roommates’ younger siblings knock on the door. They are carrying bongos, a tambourine, a set of maracas and a guitar. A joke Valentine’s Day gift from their parents. Soon there are lyrics on the TV and guitar strums in the air. 

Recently I’ve been finding noise everywhere, the kind that tells you that you’re not doing enough. The kind that makes you question your own readiness for the future. 

This different kind of noise however, I welcomed. I listened and joined in. Because it’s not always about what’s next, but it’s about missed notes, and off key singing, and being with those you love. 

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