Practice time.
I love hours spent productively with my viola. Or my piano. Or my soon-to-be-owned violin. Even my guitar. Closing my bedroom door for hours at a time, not having anything but the thought of music crossing my mind. The feeling of a warming up numbness in your arms. Not being aware of what other clutter is going on your life right then and there; that feeling of forgetting the world for a little while. The frustration when you aren't quite getting it; the feeling of accomplishment once you finally do. Just any quality time with an instrument is all I need in my life. No human being could bring me this much happiness, nor do I want them to. Because then I feel that I just might lose this absolute passion that I withhold, and I would never even think of risking such a thing.
Oh.. and I would appreciate some more sleep as well.
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