I get home from work these days and debate: gym, violin, reading, write, clean, sleep?  I usually have time for one.  Maybe two.... And seem to need more sleep than ever.

Tonight, I chose laundry and violin.  And after a few repetitions I shouted to my mom in the other room "That was good! - for the record."  To which she yelled back (from the other room), "I know, I almost recognized it!"

My mom gets two points.  If I ever become a great published author, my dad will take most of the credit.  He's been calling it out of me since I was 12 probably.  He often talks about the "oneday" when he'll have a book on his shelf with my name on it.  However, if I become a famous violinist, my mom will deserve ALL the credit.  Sadly, I don't think her chances are all too good.  And, she therefore deserves credit all the more.  It's not all my dad's fault.  He just doesn't like the violin much.  He definitely doesn't like fiddling.  And he especially doesn't like it played poorly.  :/  I mostly practice when he's not home.  I mostly practice in the evenings... or at night.  Or last week, at 11:30pm.  My cell phone rang, "Honey, you're not good enough to put me to sleep yet." And that's why mom mom gets TWO points.  She's patient with my practice - AND she's funny.  :)

My point is this:  dreaming takes work.  And doing anything more than just dreaming, takes a lot of work.  And while part of me wants to believe that it will be easier to do the work at some later time in life, experience thus far has only shown the opposite.  The longer we wait, the more responsibilities and commitments and challenges will stand in our ways... it's best we begin today, or tonight.   So once again, here's to doing the hard thing, once again.