I play two instruments, the recorder and the violin. Once I was quite good on the violin but not really anymore. I played the recorder every single day of my life for a couple years, and although initially it was torture to my housemates, I became pretty good at it. I played off and on for a while and then one day I bought myself a violin, took lessons, but fell on some difficulties financially (brought to me by the ex. thank you thank you.) and had to sell the violin. It was okay by that time because I had stopped playing music.
I have started playing again. As I ran through my Bach recorder songs and sawed away on the violin squeaking and accidentally hitting strings, I felt the days stress fall away. I know I play badly but it relaxes me, I love to play, and I am not too bad on the recorder really still. Not great, maybe not even good, but definitely not bad.
I felt a deep sadness. Yet another thing stolen by the kiss of my nemesis.
But so much joy now. I reflect on this.
Queue the Music.