14/31 // I find it hard to be an entrepreneur. There are days I don't think I'm meant to be one. Too much of a dreamer. It all began with with a childhood filled to the brim with music. Music was my babysitter, my parent, my world.
There's part of me that still hasn't let go of my pipedream of being a musician. I used to say it loud and proud at school. Now, I sing quietly to myself, under my breath. But old friends like my darling @jesskhandhar and @joshy_chong can't see me without a song in their heads. Probably some old fuddy duddy tune I sang at a wedding or in carpool karaoke on the way to dinner. Y'all know it's my love language.
But few of you know about my deep love for the piano. Childhood classes in the morning before I was fully awake. Exams at hotels I'd never been to. I don't play anymore. But it's part of me and when being an entrepreneur gets me frustrated or down - as it does - I find myself back with the keys when #ibuildalongertable
I use Chopin's minute waltz to time tasks when overwhelmed. I listen to his Nocturne Op. 9 No.2 to calm down when I've had a hard phone call. Schumanns Kinderszenen when I'm happy. Rachmaninoff. Heck, Billy Joel. Elton. Bet you didn't know John Mayer plays the keys.