A NATURAL PATH TO BEDTIME

There was something I came to realize a few years ago. A part of that realization was just that... realizations are pieces of larger realizations. Not a forever. Not written on a wall. Just a part of something. Wisdom maybe.  (I am not calling myself wise).  My realization was that, I could not do everything at once. I loved to write music. And I was just ok at performing it. But, I realized that at that time, my art was in being a Dad. Now, I don't know if all of my kids will feel this way.  I don't know that they see my parenting this way.  Maybe another... "loved to write, just ok at performing" scenario. I'm Jim in the episode of the office - where Michael is kinda mocking him... "If I can just make this perfect". My kids may see me like that. Not yet, but one day.  And then another realization occured. More than one thing can and should be true. I want my kids to see me writing music. I want my kids to see me painting. And not for monetization. As a hobby. As something I love to do. I don't want a lack thereof to be a part of my many regrets as I get older. Not only that, there are great thought experiments here. Kids need structure. But too much.... not great either. Structured chaos though? Or better worded.. structured actract? Structured freedom? I don't know how to word it. Maybe structered isn't the right word. Climate. I want a climate. Natural. I want a natural flow. Speaking of which, I'm freakin tired.

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