I’m head over heels in love with Mozart in the Jungle. I started binge watching season 1 yesterday and I’m currently watching season 2 on Amazon Prime. I’m aware the term, “head over heels” is clichè as heck but I’m at a complete loss for clever words right now.

It makes me smile.

Like, face in my hands smiling as if I don’t have a ton of goals to meet in a bushel of time.


I don’t have a lot of it...time I why am I  sitting here watching this show when I could be creating something other than this blog?

I have one day off per week and every errand I need to run has to be run on that one day. This leaves little time to relax, let alone WRITE.

My Blog entries are usually written on the run but I feel like I’m never going to finish my next book.

It’s frustrating. 

It’s even more frustrating to feel like I’m wasting time, when in actuality, I’m resting. I’m taking time to enjoy doing nothing but watching Mozart in the Jungle.   

But again... 


I don’t have a lot of it.  


And as I sit here wasting time, smiling with my face in my hands, watching this beautiful show with all of it’s beautiful music...

Rodrigo, the Maestro, touched my heart with one simple line. 

We are notes in this beautiful concert of existence.  If we don’t play ourselves, nobody will.” 

Lately, I’ve been living my life in a staccato rhythm. It’s cute for a while but in search of my crescendo I’ve failed to just take time for adagio. 

Those are some of the few musical terms I remember.  Look them up. I used to play piano.  Quitting is my one true regret...well, one of them.  

I need to slow down.  

What does that mean? What does it look like? What does it sound like?

I need more lazy days like today... 

Maybe I’ll actually write about them.