I was feeling particularly moody and/or crappy and/or down on myself this morning. So, I did what I normally do when feeling particulary moody and/or crappy and/or down on myself: I started playing the piano. I'm not super great at the piano, but I like to play it. I make up songs and play songs I like and somehow by the end, I usually feel better.
Well, today I was playing and it just wasn't helping. "Listen to this drivel you're playing, Kerry," thought I. "You're a stupid hack who obviously can't write music and obviously *anything* you try to write is going to be crappy. I mean, seriously! Listen to that melody line!"
I listen to the melody line.
And suddenly I realize that I haven't been playing something that *I* wrote.
I've been playing Dvorak.
Like, one of the greatest composers of the 19th century.
(You can hear the BYU men's chorus sing what I was playing here.)