There are versions of me. One version is trying to be a musician, but another is in a lab somewhere studying chromosomes and mutations. And yet another is a psychotherapist helping people find peace and healing in their lives.
But there are some versions that I wonder if I could still live. What if I spend an year becoming an art curator or an event manager stopping my practice completely and just being on the field helping artists I like find a platform to perform and display their work? What if I spend another year just reading books in a shed somewhere on a mountain and writing in the early morning hours, coming back after an year with a fully written novel?
What if there is also a version of me that marries and becomes a dutiful wife and spends her years without ambition but lots of love for her husband and children and a secret room kept aside just to steal moments of her love for music when no one is watching? What if I could take years off from my present life to experience different ones and then come back and work on my music again and make something different. What if?
