I had regulars introduce me to their extended family this Thanksgiving weekend.
One of them, I suppose in order to sound knowledgeable, told me he was friends with Aretha Franklin’s current pianist, who also composed the music for the latest Lego movie. (A quick Google search later confirmed my immediate suspicions that this isn’t true, at all.)
And in a final statement of patronizing proportions, “Maybe one day we will see your name in the movies too.”
I told him that I didn’t have any interest in composing. That I never even have tried. And while I appreciated his faith in my abilities, I was exactly where I am supposed to be right now in life, playing the piano in a restaurant.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt thankful.
Not because they prevented me from punching the man in his face.
But because I whole-heartedly believed what I had just said.