The long hiatus

Oh my my my. I can see that my lack of regular writing growing up has stayed with me into adulthood. I could give all kinds of excuses like three moves (into and out of one house for house-sitting and *moving into my own new apartment*) and two weddings to practice for, etc, but the truth is, I’m just an inconsistent writer. I’ve *thought about writing every day, but that doesn’t really seem to come to fruition. As usual, I will say that I will try again this time.

So, as I said, I am feeling incredibly successful because I am now able to support myself by being a harp therapist! Thank you Compassionate Care Hospice! Life seems to be moving at an incredible pace for me now and there’s always something I need to do.

One story that sticks in my mind since I last posted, and it was only a few weeks after, I missed a death. It was a new patient that I don’t believe I had played for before, but it still made me sad. There was a cleaning crew outside of his room, so I avoided it, meaning to come back. It was a long round, so I started to leave when one of the workers asked if I had played for Mr. Soandso. Smacking myself in the head, I rushed (as much as one with a harp on can) back to his room where I saw his nurse. She saw me and came towards me saying “He just passed.” I felt simply awful. I know we often say that things happen for a reason, that that’s the way it should be, but I can’t help but feel upset that that man was listening to an industrial carpet cleaner instead of beautiful harp music. May he rest in peace.

More to come. Now that I have consistent work, I should be able to come up with something almost every day. Here’s to trying again!

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