I had a total case of envy because my stepsister did what I’d wanted to do: become a musician. After I stopped hating her for that and talked to her, I realized I could take the summer off and go to Ireland and do it there. It really was a great thing to do. Most days, I made enough for the B&B and my food—and I really wasn’t all that good (I sometimes joke that I play “Rhythm Mandolin.”)
Anyhow, I sometimes want to do it again, but a summer was long enough to get it out of my system.
