I used to love (LOVE) music.

Music used to be my life. During my college years, I went to at least 2 shows a week, and I even majored in Music Industry. You’d never find me without my iPod, and I was always on top of every good new release, sometimes even before they were officially released.

So what happened? I’m not sure, but music slowly became less and less of a priority for me. I quit my “fancy” Music Industry job in New York City, and moved down to Virginia. Oh, and then I got married.

Ben has always been an avid music lover too, and we even met through music. However, it seems that when life happens the first things to go are your hobbies. You get a full time job that doesn’t allow you to immerse yourself in music culture 8+ hours and day, and then by the time you get home you want to veg out on the couch and turn off your brain. The result? Falling terribly behind.

Don’t get me wrong, I still listen to music, but it seems that I’m 75% stuck on the same stuff I was “stuck” on when I stopped avidly pursing new music. Every once in a while I get a sweet new release from a friend, or I hear a great new artist on NPR, but overall, my zeal has faded.

Coming to this realization has made me really sad. Music used to be such a big part of my life, so losing it almost makes me feel like I’ve lost myself. However, at the same time, I wouldn’t even know how to get it back. I guess there is no “getting it back” the same way I had it before, and I just need to accept the person I am now. My priorities have shifted, and I don’t work in the music industry anymore.

I’m growing up, I guess, and I’m happy with my life now… sometimes it’s just hard to comprehend change.

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2 thoughts on “I used to love (LOVE) music.

  1. which is the distraction..hobbies or priorities? Is live lived in a direction that gradually evicts childish distraction, or is it lived in a direction that evicts the building blocks that made you who you are, which in turn makes nostalgia painful only because it is a memory of your desired self? ugh.

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