Time

Time. Why is it that time is supposed to be something concrete yet it feels like one of the most fluid things around us?  One minute can last forever, then followed by one gone in a blink. Right now, they are all blinks. 

I'm sitting here in a little cafe in Manhattan, thinking about the minutes swirling around me. I'm not sure who said it but I feel myself thinking of the words, that the journey is more important than the destination.  If that's the case, I want to remember the journey!

I want to remember this weekend of having my first meetings and official writing sessions. I want to remember what I was feeling when I wrote the lyrics and first heard the melodies in my mind. I want to remember what it felt like before anyone else had heard anything. What it felt like when they were just mine.  

Then to have that moment when everyone else gets to hear! I don't want to blink, I want to remember it all. This is more than just a journey. It's my life!!! And I plan to make the most of it!!!