Je souviene!

Now I remember why I played violin. It felt good. It was my escape from all the things that bothered me. All this time I was wondering where my inspiration went away. It was just locked up inside an old case. And all of those things I said about it being my escape, is still true now. Oh, how I wasted my time moping around all day, complaining, and all that jazz. I decided I needed to get this out after practicing violin and playing something. I remember I would play hours and hours, nonstop. It felt good and I was a pro. It helped me through the good times and the bad. That sounds so cliche but it's true. I can't believe I said I lost interest. I guess it was just a phase? But everything can't be a phase. Well, whatever it is, it's gone and I'm glad.