I grew up in the suburb like many of my students. And my childhood was filled with fantasy and myth. I had a keen eye, or ear, for patterns - which lead me to music. My inquisitive mind probed the depths of music through the years - searching for better, for perfection. A lifelong journey had shaken my world and took me places I never could have imagined.

 

But...

 

There was a dark force looming around musical corners every which way I turned. I tried every way around it, but to no prevail. What was this force? Stopping me from creating what I wanted to create?

 

...doubt

 

I started to notice that in the length of every moment there was a choice. To trust? Or to doubt. When I chose to trust... the jam prevailed! And when I doubted... oh... how sad the jam would become.

 

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