Once upon a time I used to play the bass. In high school, in my first two years of college, and now it sits hiding in my closet. My baroque flute that I couldn't live without, perished in my dorm room during my time of experimentation and delinquency. I did not care for it as I should have and it split, destroyed. Possibly the final crushing blow to my musical desire.
During my 4th year of college I changed majors from Art to Math. Other than a sketch here and there this ended my relationship with drawing. Which is sad because I remember enjoying it. Now it seems the only artwork that I do is beading or crocheting or of the craft persuasion. Which isn't a bad thing, but it is limiting in some ways.
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