So maybe this weekend wasn't the best weekend of my life. There was the weekend I gave birth to my daughter. The weekend I got married. And the six-month “weekend” I spent thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail. Still, this past weekend was pretty darn good. My daughter was working or going to friends' graduation parties, and my husband was away on a business trip, so I had the whole house to myself. And it was glorious. I practiced piano for over two hours Friday night. Nearly three hours on Sunday. And Saturday? Three hundred and thirty-seven minutes. More than five and a half hours. At least twice what I would normally practice on a Saturday. I finished the day feeling almost euphoric. Intensely alive. When I walked, I felt like I was floating. My heart felt so light, it was like a helium balloon lifting the rest of me along with it. I don't even know how to explain this weekend. So much of it I don't want to explain because it was my private weekend. I don't want to ...
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