The Dreamer's Pen

Happy Easter.

I’m currently nursing a head cold and still recovering from surgery, so today looks like tissues, tea, and sweatpants. Not exactly the fresh start kind of energy Easter is known for, but it’s real.

Yesterday, though, I managed to leave the house for the first time in four weeks. I went to a concert at Benaroya Hall. It was intimate and beautiful in that quiet, focused kind of way. The music was stunning. Every note felt intentional, like it had somewhere to go and something to say.

At some point during the performance, I found myself watching the violist closely. There was something about the way they played, with clarity, with presence, that hit me in a strange place. Out of nowhere, I heard myself ask, “What are you doing with your life?”

I know—such an INFJ moment. Sitting in a concert hall, recovering from surgery, sick, and still somehow having an existential crisis in the middle of a viola solo. But the question stuck.

It wasn’t about regret. More like curiosity. Or maybe discomfort. Like part of me was wondering if I’m living with that same kind of clarity and intention. If I’ve drifted too far from the parts of me that want to build something meaningful. Or maybe it was just the cold medicine.

Still, there’s something about being pulled out of your routine, whether by illness, recovery, or music, that makes you look at things a little differently. And while I don’t have any big insights to share, I do know this: I want to keep asking better questions. Even the uncomfortable ones.

Hope your Easter is whatever you need it to be this year. Quiet, joyful, strange, restful, truly whatever fits.