It's been 6 years

Some days you can actually feel a change within.  It’s been over 6 years since I’ve walked into a music store, played instruments, and took one out with me.  Yesterday was one such day.  It’s been over 6 years since I’ve navigated bustling city streets with a gig bag.  It actually feels different, but exactly as I remember.  It’s been over 6 years since every fingertip on my left hand stung sharply, grooves almost permanently laid like rails across the flesh, and the need to continue playing so great that it transcends pain and discomfort.  It’s been over 6 years since I had to go to work and couldn’t wait to get off, just to get home and continue spending time with music.  I knew this relationship was coming.  I didn’t, however, wish for it to come about this way.  But that’s the thing; everything is according to plan and is perfect as such.  This path is always being lit perfectly and divinely.  Its timing and unfolding is as natural as a sprout emerging from soil, a baby in gestation, or my milk turning sour on the counter.  Though it’s been six trips around the sun, today it only feels like 6 spins of the big blue ball.  Was it all just a dream?