Last weekend I celebrated my 40th birthday! Sounds terrible… I definitely don’t feel like (and like to think that don’t look like ?) 40, but that’s what the numbers say. I guess I am not very good at accepting getting older a decade. I remember crying when I turned 30. Actually, the beginning of my 30s was the time when I felt best about myself. I discovered a lot about myself, and I felt stronger and freer. That was also when I started to hang out with the love of my life, my now-husband. But still, I remember not liking the way 30 sounded. 40 is much worse to the ear. I wish I stayed 26 all my life. Not because that was my happiest year but just because I like the way it sounds. I always did. I liked it even before I was 26.
What is music?
There is obviously a dictionary definition for the word. However in my opinion, just like love, music is hard to define, as it means many different things to every individual. If you Google it, you’ll find many wonderful descriptions about music written by different people. If I were to write here all of the descriptions I liked, I would run out of space on this page!
I am not a musician or a music expert.
Just an ordinary person working in corporate life (ugh!), who loves music.
I feel lucky because I grew up in a house filled with music.
My grandmother used to play the piano. I lost my grandfather when I was three, so I don’t really remember him but he used to play the violin. My mother tells stories about how they used to play music together.