It’s true.  I’m totally not badass enough for this gift.  But it’s one of the best gifts I have ever received in my life.  There’s something so encouraging and supportive about this gift (while still being badass) – like Adam just wants me to go running after my dreams even if they’re ridiculous and likely unachievable. 

It’s also a nice reminder that the people who love us see us very differently than we see ourselves.  To Adam it makes sense that I could end up a bass player in a badass little band (even though I’m 32 and not really musically gifted).  I have to say, like all couples, Adam and I have our problems, but when it comes to being supportive and believing in me, I don’t think there’s anyone in the world better at that than Adam. 

Also of note is the fact it’s possible the universe really does want me to be a musician. 

Despite the fact that I was a terrible coronet (similar to the trumpet) player in elementary/middle school (perhaps because I really wanted to play the drums and the band teacher and my parents talked me out of it – and forced the coronet – which I never even liked or showed interest in – onto me – thanks guys – could’ve been a rockstar by now!); in the last five or six years, two wonderful supportive people have bought me musical instruments that I love and have fantasized about knowing how to play.  A wonderful friend of mine from Los Angeles knew I desperately wanted to learn how to play the violin, and one day when she was purchasing a cello for herself (a dream of hers) she just bought me one.  How amazing is that?! 

I’m ashamed to say that I was a very busy girl then, as I am now, and I was also a bit afraid of it, and I never signed up for lessons, and so it instead remains a beautiful piece of art in my house, rather than an “instrument” but this bass gift from Adam has reminded me how much I want those other things in life that seem so out of reach, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let them keep getting away from me.  So, lack of musical talent be damned, badass bass/violinst here I come…