Whatever Comes Your Way
Last night I found a list of goals from January 2009 (I think - I didn't date it). Little 18-year-old Amy was ambitious. Little 24-year-old Amy is still ambitious. It's weird to think that I was 18 six years ago. That doesn't seem possible. I was 18 yesterday. Six years!? Six years have gone by. Wild.
I still want the same thing: a life drenched in music.
And whatever else comes my way.
That's just it, isn't it? The "whatever else comes my way" bit. We're in constant flux.
But the music remains.