"I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument

while the song I came to sing remains unsung."
- Rabindranath Tagore

I read this in one of my mothers "womens magazines" while the rest of my family was eating dinner at our cluttered kitchen table. This quote hits the mark dead on, this is how I feel about every aspect of my life. This is really really hard to feel. I have no idea what the hell i'm doing anymore, what's important to me, who I am. I don't feel like I have an identity, because my indentity is based on my intrests and lately all I've done is work.

My neighbour, who has a CD that I got today, is AMAZING. I'll be carrying it around for quite a while so if you want to listen, just ask.