Hiding out at my sister’s place between walks with her pup and work on the computer. I used to pride myself in adventure and exploring my own city. Routines are structured loss. From the window overlooking the hills, I see the birds in flight. I planned this life and ticked the boxes. I won the race and finished last.
I never learned how to play. I was always a competition. Measures without questions. Interests left dusty. Broken promises to the childish self. The one who wanted to take gymnastics classes and never learned the piano. Still I reside passing time. What moment? Sorry dear you left it behind.
Stop doing that, raise your hand and say, ‘pick ME. I want to play on your team. I’ve got what it takes. Let me turn up to be that date’. I open the shiny lid to black and white keys. A forgotten thought is an actor who never auditioned. Memorize the lines and perhaps if you want you might even enjoy it.