Worthwhile things to do with one's time

I missed blogging yesterday. Good! It means I was out doing something healthy -- like contributing to a forum somewhere. Seriously, I was actually playing some music last night, and I don't mean on the CD player. I was playing my harp. I have a folk harp, which I had not played for a very long time until a few weeks ago when I got it out, tuned it up and plucked a few chords. Last night I was playing it again.

Now, mind you, I'm not very good -- I took it up a few years ago, and I have not really made much of an effort to learn. I know how to use it, I just haven't practiced to speak of. But it has the most beautiful sound, and just playing around with it (as opposed to really playing it) sounds pretty.

I should get it out more often. And the guitar as well. There is so much I could be doing if I'd only pry myself away from the keyboard from time to time.

I return to the theme of this blog, which is dreams. What good are dreams if you do not try to make them come true occasionally? I dream of being able to play my harp. No time like the present.