Just Enough

Something I've been observing about myself lately is that I care just enough to be saddened by, intrigued about, or frustrated because of things, but not enough to actually do anything about them.

Take for example the flute and piano - I like to think that I love them and want to play them. Do I play either one well? No. Do I do anything about that? No. Sigh.

Maybe this public forum isn't the place to write, or think aloud if you will, about such things. But, there is a part of me that hopes that by putting this out there publicly I'll gain the motivation to do something about something.