A sickness, some traveling, some music, dinner with my nearest and dearest. Life has been interesting and good lately. I wrote the germ to a new song last night. My first and I feel very fragile about it. Maybe someday it will appear here, maybe not, depends on how brave I get. Music is in my blood again, I’m excited and full of its healing energies. At twenty-six, I honestly don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Musician (and so many styles to choose from), artist, writer, who knows. At the moment, I’m a graphic designer and music is a hobby. Someday, that may trade places. I can’t wait to see how it all turns out. But, as I am well aware of, I need to savor each and every moment as it happens. Life goes by too quickly as it is, no need to rush it. My mom is all ready to be a grandma, my grandma is ready for great-grandchildren. Unfortunately for them, I don’t think I even have a biological clock. I have lots of cousins and a brother who I’m sure will provide plenty of little ones to watch. I’m not ready to take care of myself, never mind raising a child in the world that we live in.