Still the first of January. Trying to set a record here.
I’ve been playing the piano all day. It’s hard to tear myself away, even though I think I should be working on my script, if I want to achieve anything with it. With my life.
Maybe all I can hope to achieve in my life is to play Mozart better when I die than I do now. That’s not a bad achievement, I suppose, considering how much I love it and how persistent I’ve had to be to free myself up to be able to play and make progress.
I wish I was a genius at it, that must be amazing, incredible. It’s pretty amazing even at my level. Liquid pleasure.