Good morning to all my friends. On this beautiful day I have returned to bring you a new story. The truth is that it has been a few days since the last one I brought you and I was already looking forward to bring you a new one. I hope if time allows me to bring you one more this week. In the case of today I dedicate the story to the letter 92 Susie. I chose this letter because it was the one that inspired me the most to write. The art of the letter and the sentence were the ones that helped me to design the story. I hope you like it, then I leave you with the story.

Friends Susie is a real estate agent. She is very famous in her work, and is often praised in the company to which she belongs. You see she knows as they say, “inside out” every corner of the city that's why she has such good skills. Her current job is to match people with the perfect home, i.e. the one that meets her clients' expectations and budget. Because of her good reputation people often recommend her to new clients or friends who want to get a house. The truth is that just by seeing the client she has an idea of what they are looking for, it's like a sixth sense.

But you know friends even though Susie is great at what she does, there is something that just doesn't quite fit in her life. You see she often spent many nights staring at her bedroom ceiling, always asking herself the same question, is this the life she really wanted? She wonders this because the truth is that she feels that something is missing in her life, she feels empty. Even though she makes good money at the company and can treat herself in ways that most people can't, she still feels empty. That which she lacks is nothing more and nothing less than a very particular musical instrument.

You see she comes from a family where most of her uncles and grandfathers were violinists. So as the saying goes, music is in her blood. But there was something that broke the chain of musical tradition in the family. Her parents did not follow in her grandparents' footsteps. So they didn't instill anything related to music in her from an early age. Rather they decided to go for the business side and in the end the child follows the example of the parents, therefore ended up in the business world. However, from a very young age she did have some contact with music, because when she went to visit her grandparents and uncles they were almost always practicing and she observed them. Of all the instruments, the one she liked the most was the violin. She liked very much its calm and sweet sound. But well, because of the things of life, in the end she didn't end up taking that career.

Well one day, while showing a house to a young couple, something a little unexpected happened. Well it was a large house, with spacious rooms. In the main living room, one of the previous owners had left an old record player with several original songs that he had recorded, they were violin notes. Well, in a moment of distraction, while the guests were admiring the adjoining room Susie turned it on. You see she had been feeling bad for weeks, as she regretted not having pursued a career as a violinist since she was a little girl, she also regretted not having taken action sooner.

What she didn't know was that when she turned on the record player the violin tunes that had been recorded would make her reconsider everything. For as she began to listen she immediately began to remember her childhood and also began to think how happy she should feel if her passion had been fulfilled. The truth is that at that moment she knew she had to take action. It could not go on like this, because she felt that her life had no meaning that way. The young couple was still walking around the house, but she could barely hear them as her mind was focused on the violin music.

That day, when he had finished work and was already at home, he decided to take action and change that boring routine once and for all. He started looking on the internet for ways to learn to play the violin at his age. The thing is that he was surprised to realize that in a town near the city had recently created a small academy to give music lessons to people who could not learn since childhood. At that moment the neat and meticulous real estate agent, who had spent years building her career, was seriously considering starting from scratch. It was a crazy idea, yes, but she simply needed it.

On the first free day she had, she decided to sign up. She bought a second-hand violin that seemed to have its own character. However, playing it turned out to be much more complicated than she imagined. Her fingers were clumsy and struggled to find the right strings. She realized that all her skill at her previous job was of no use to her here. But that did not discourage her, for she knows that everything in life requires some sacrifice. At first she actually felt ridiculous, an adult who could barely get clear notes out of a group of younger people who seemed to learn the instrument with ease.

From those days on, her days became more chaotic. She kept her real estate job during the day, and in the evenings she tried to practice, and on her days off she attended classes. Weeks turned into months, and she began to find herself at a crossroads. She wanted to continue with her violin lessons, that was clear, but her work as a real estate agent demanded more and more of her time. The market was booming, and clients were calling her all the time. Because of her music lessons, she lost some important clients by not answering their calls quickly. Commissions began to drop and she began to wonder if she had made a mistake in trying to balance two very different worlds. Also, her boss called her worried that her best worker was performing so poorly.

What she did to make up for it was to talk to the boss and explain what was going on. She told him the whole truth. Her boss understood her situation so he made her a deal. He would reduce her workload and give her more days off per week. Although with one consequence, she would earn less money and lose her position as staff supervisor. But she would keep her job without any problems. She was very happy with him, because he didn't fire her and because he gave her all those facilities that he didn't give to all employees.

Eventually came a day when she received the news that her music school had come to organize a small end-of-course recital for all the beginning students. You know at first, the idea terrified her. She knew she wasn't ready. Her skills were still rudimentary, and the prospect of playing in front of an audience, no matter how small, seemed like a test she couldn't pass. But her willpower was greater than her fear, so this pushed her to accept. Although she didn't know clearly if she had done it to prove herself.

In the days leading up to the recital, she began rehearsing harder than ever. She stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, struggling with the notes, repeating the same songs over and over again. It was not a perfect process. There were tears of frustration, times when she would throw the bow on the bed and wonder why she had embarked on something so complicated. However, each small breakthrough gave her strength to keep going. Achieving a clean note or interpreting a short melody without mistakes was enough to make her smile and keep her hopeful and above all it reminded her why she was doing it.

Well, at last the night of the recital arrived, and she felt her stomach knotting in knots. She prepared herself behind the improvised stage, a small room that the school had decorated with simple lights. There were other students waiting their turn, some much younger than her, but all with the same nervous expression. When her name was called, she walked out onto the small stage with violin in hand, feeling her legs barely responding. The audience, made up of friends, family and other students, looked like a mass of blurry faces under the lighting.

Then she began to play. The first notes as obvious came out timidly, shakily, but gradually she found a steady rhythm. Her mind focused on the notes, on the music she had repeated so many times alone, until the room ceased to exist. There were mistakes, some glitches in the performance that probably only she noticed, but she didn't stop. When the last note was heard in the room, there was a brief silence, followed by applause that filled the space. Susie felt a sense of relief and a lot of satisfaction. But most of all something else, something that made her think that for the first time in a long time, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

You know folks from this day forward Susie's life didn't change overnight. She remained a dedicated real estate agent, but she found a space in her routine for the violin. She let go of the pressure to be perfect and learned to enjoy every little breakthrough. The violin became a part of her life, one that made her feel complete in a way she hadn't imagined. It wasn't about being the best, it was about allowing herself to enjoy the journey, to lose the fear of failure and to find joy in every note she managed to play. Sometimes, during home visits, she would notice a piano in a corner, or a violin hanging on the wall, and in those moments, she would smile. She knew that, in some way, she was helping someone else find a new beginning, just as she had found hers.

Dear friends, I hope you liked the story, what did you think? I'll be reading it in the comments. I'll see you in a few days with a new story. If you wish, you can recommend me a specific letter to dedicate the story to. See you then.

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