Rediscovering the Parts of Yourself You Forgot: A Reflection on Identity After 50

Hello,

How are you? I hope things are well with you.

I was driving to a nursing shift this evening and turned on the radio. Fauré.

Suddenly the car was filled with it. I’d forgotten how much I loved Fauré. I sang along loudly and had the thought: I need more music in my life.

Here’s the thing – I’m a trained musician. Specialist music school. Music degree. Flute and piano to a high level. I taught for years. I used to dream of performing.

But as I got older, I realized I didn’t want the stage. I wanted home. I wanted to play for myself, not an audience.

And then… I just stopped.

Not consciously. It just happened. Life got busy. Work. Kids. All the things.

And I forgot how much I love music. All kinds, not just classical.

This got me thinking:

It’s so easy to forget parts of yourself while you’re busy doing other things.

Yet those parts – the ones you set aside – they’re what make you you.

They’re the pieces of the jigsaw.

We put them on the shelf when life gets full: career, family, health, caring for others.

And we forget they’re there.

Hearing Fauré tonight was a reminder: All parts of you matter.

They feed into each other. They lift your heart.

Today’s reflection:

Is there something you’ve forgotten that’s actually an important part of you?

Let it come back into your life again.

Notice the smile it brings.

With love and best wishes always,
Susy