Do I Ask Too Much?

Imagine if every day, hour, practice time could be a "travel" into excitement, surprise, and being. Intentional and meaningful. If I could end it with a smile, and I could save it as a sticker and remember it afterwards, long afterwards.

Just remembering a feeling of calm or purpose would be enough...

Do I ask too much?

Sometimes I wonder if my longing for some kind of connection in every ordinary moment is naive.

But when I sit down with my drums, when I get into it and follow my intuition, I know it's possible. Those beautiful moments when time stops, when I'm simply here, present.

Why shouldn't every practice hour be an adventure into who we might become?

Maybe the question isn't whether I ask too much, but if I demand enough. Whether I dare to believe that each time we approach our instrument, we're stepping into something… otherworldly.

Perhaps this is what we're all searching for: not perfection, but connection. Not mastery, but meaning. Not performance, but presence.

I'll keep believing that ordinary moments can become extraordinary, and even if far from all are, maybe that's what I'm actually good at—catching the small moments in ordinary life, and in my practice.

Maria

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