As I was mindlessly watching a video of a woman playing the piano, I had a moment.
Dejavu I suppose.
I remember watching a movie, or TV show, where this young woman was in a piano lesson. Her teacher held a sharpened pencil, pointing up, next to the piano keys. The expectation was that the woman keep her wrists high while she played. Consequently, when she didn't, her wrists would be poked by the sharp pencil.
I remembered this scene. And, I remembered how it made me feel.
It was invigorating.
It wasn't the teacher, it wasn't the student, it wasn't even the damn piano.
Good God I loved the butterflies I felt!
How is this the first time I have thought about that in the 5+ years we have been down this road?!