My Axes

My axes are suffering from neglect. I suppose I could be playing them instead of sitting here in front of my blog. I don't know if I feel more comfortable with strings or a computer keyboard. I can hear music in my head, but I have trouble getting it to the strings. Most times at night as I am fading off to sleep or when I first wake up, I hear songs in my head... not someone else's songs, but my own. I wish I would harness them and develop them. But I am not sure that anyone but me would ever hear them if I can't get them on the otherside of my brain. That's another thing that I need to commit myself to. I will tell you honestly, I am a frustrated musician. That was my dream. More than anything. But just like everything else, I wasn't focused enough to make it happen. Now at 32, how realisitic is it? I mean to be a professional musician... not very realistic. I really like performing in front of an audience... it's a lot of fun. I don't mean that I want an arena full of people. I think your best shot for a connection with people is when they can look you in the eye and you can look them in the eye. But, I didn't have the determination, so it's lost.