At 16, I didn't think twice about driving anywhere. At 47, I want to know where I'm parking before I leave the house. Maybe getting older doesn't make us chickens; maybe it just gives us better imaginations—and a risk-assessment department.
Four instruments, 400 candles, and enough sound to fill the whole room. Should be relaxing, right? A beautiful concert, a restless brain, and a few questions about exploration, commitment, and finding my thing.
