I thought that I chose music, but the truth is that music chose me.

I was a software engineer, but at the end of the day I went back to my room to be with my piano.

I was a music therapist, working with prisoners, but at the end of the day I went back to sit on the porch with my guitar.

I was a clown in the hospital, supporting the healing process of kids and adults, but at the end of the day I found myself walking in the forest with my harmonica.

I was a dancer (for a really short while) celebrating my physical expression, but at the end of the day I went to sit on the beach and play my flute.

No matter how much I tried to expand, to explore, to question, music always pulled me back in. Loyal, consistent, and loving - it was always there for me. I just have to accept that no matter where my curiousity is trying to pull me, at the end of the day -
I am a musician!