What would your life be like without music?

Sometimes I wonder this to myself. After all, I’ve built my entire life on this weird-ass human phenomena of taking noise and making it pretty.

Like, I don’t think music has ever not been a part of my life. I remember being a small child and spinning around humming little tunes I made up. I didn’t have any means of writing them down or recording them, but that was the beginning of what would become a lifelong love of songwriting.

When I was eight, my parents bought me a guitar. Two years later, I started lessons. I’d already been kicked out of ballet, tap, gymnastics, and swimming thanks to then-undiagnosed ADHD, but music lessons were different. Not only could I literally not get kicked out of one-on-one lessons, I actually enjoyed them enough to pay attention. I studied in a basement with this college kid named Eric, who my mom thought was hot. Over the next few years, I’d learn the basics of music theory, initially against my will.

“You’re going to need this stuff if you ever want to study music in college,” Eric told me.

“Nah, I want to be a doctor,” I probably said.

Sure enough, I went on to graduate high school, but not before selling my soul to the music department. I participated in nearly every ensemble — in fact, I was in almost all the acts in the annual dinner theatre (which involved a lot of costume changes). Outside of school, I volunteered to play in the church band, which gave me a sense of confidence I never had before. I was regularly performing with and learning from players who were far better than I could imagine being, and as I grew as a musician, I found myself as a person.

When it came time to register for classes, I went for pre-med, but upon arriving home after college orientation, my mom and dad overheard me practicing guitar.

“You’re wasting your talents,” they said, as they became the first parents in the history of human civilization to convince their child to pursue music instead of medicine.

So I immediately switched my major to music, and things just sort of fell into place.

I am where I am now, about to start an internship in music therapy and on the cusp of something great with my band, because of my relationship with music. It’s given me so much confidence with other people — growing up autistic, I had a hard time socializing and communicating. But music helped me to find my voice and make friends, some of whom I now consider family. It’s enriched my life in such a profound way, I’m struggling to think of how my life would be different without it. It’s difficult to even imagine. I’d likely be a lonely reluctant cardiologist with no passion for life.

Music is such a blessing. It connects us in ways nothing else can, and I’m so thankful I get to partake in it as a musician.