My grandpa used to pay for weekly piano lessons when I was younger. I took them for a few years, never could read music, but certainly had a talent for 'remembering' the notes to play and playing well. I could play by ear still I'm sure, tho often lack the confidence to play freely in public, and we don't have a piano these days. I also taught myself guitar when I was 15 and off school for 3 months with a mystery illness (maybe my first big depression, looking back). For a long long time now, I've always wanted to be a graphic designer. I even attracted 2 mates with that career, and I know I'd have done so well if I'd just gone to uni like a good girl. Sometimes this illness may open paths we never knew existed, but sometimes too, it fogs the path that may have been 'for the best'. I'm still not giving up, and hoping that somehow I will be able to fit my studies in when my 2 are starting school, though I'm worried now, I may not have the same 'eye', or be able to afford the same passion what with being a mum and all that. I'll give it my best shot tho. Altho in recent weeks I've been drawn towards wanting to be a lactation consultant, and I also have a dream (when I'm rich and retired - IF, I ever get rich and retire that should be) to work in marine biology. I'd better get cracking...
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