Last night I wrote a post in my sketchbook to publish today on this blog. But, between the time I wrote it (7 p.m.) and the time I sat down to type it (6 a.m. the next day) so much happened that my previous post became obsolete. How is this humanly possible? 11 hours threw all my beliefs away. I went from “buying the cheapest keyboard” to “I want a keyboard with velocity-sensitive keys that mimic a piano at least a little bit”.

The bright side of this madness of buying-buying-buying is that the keyboard I intend to have will make me save money for at least three months (maybe with the wait I’ll treat it better than my flute and my guitar).

Now, since writing a blog post before sleeping proved to be a waste of time, maybe a few entries in my abandoned diary will do the trick. Nothing like “oh my… that guy sent me a message on Instagram – wish he hadn’t”. Just a few lines to register what happened that day is enough to keep track of life and to remind me that my life wasn’t a complete waste of time, even though it seems to me like it has been.

Anne Rios

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