this morning #741.

this morning, although i picked up my violin very much wanting to hurl it across the room & into the wall, i simply carried it over to the kitchen table & placed it there like a good girl. poured myself a small bowl of cereal & took a seat in the corner. everyone took my talent for granted. i was tired of it. how were they going to react when i was no longer a wunderkind, some exceptional creature they could fawn upon & use to fill the void left by their own broken dreams? as an only child, i was it for them. all chips in on the violin. unfortunately for them, that wasn’t the future i saw for myself. unfortunately for me, i had no idea what that future was so, for now, i’d just keep putting my skills to good use.